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ggidolsmuts · 4 years ago

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Win/Lose/Cheat - Gugudan/I.O.I Sejeong

It's been 2 minutes, your arm is burning, sweat is dripping from your forehead as you stare into Sejeong's eyes. Her face is flush, covered in a sheen of sweat, her eyes angry with determination. You take a deep breath as you try to gather strength for one last push.

"Hnnnnnn... argh!" You grit your teeth and slam her hand on to the table with a bang.

"Yes!" You pump your fist as you finally beat her in arm wrestling.

"Nooooo!" Sejeong's anguished cry rings across the living room. "Damn it! I almost had you!" She shouts frustratedly.

"Close, but I had you in the end." You smirk at her.

"Left hand now, come on!"

"Don't be a sore loser, plus I already beat you with that hand too."

"Fine, what do you want?" She snaps. Sejeong has a competitive streak, and loves to make bets with you on games, but also hates losing at said games. You don't mind, you find her extra cute and pouty when she does lose.

You whisper in her ear. Her face immediately turns red. "Really?" You nod. "Do you really want that? I'll give you a blowjob now if you want, I'll even swallow." Her hand finds her way to your pants, trying to work her way underneath them. You grab her wrist, halting her progress, pulling her in for a passionate kiss instead. When you finally break the kiss her face is red from more than just exertion.

"No." You brush your fingers between her legs. "And no sex tonight, I want you nice and wet for tomorrow." She glares at you as you get up, packing your stuff as you do so.

"Really oppa?!"

"Yes, and no touching yourself. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Just like that, you exit Sejeong's apartment, closing the door behind you.

At 3 pm the next day, you arrive at the entrance to the amusement park, delighted to see that Sejeong's there ahead of you. She looks gorgeous in a simple white t-shirt and black pants. Her t-shirt is tucked in just perfectly, accentuating her curves that you love so much.

"Hi." She says shyly, already a little embarrassed at what you had her do for today.

You pull her in, damn near sweeping her off her feet as you kiss her passionately in front of the crowds passing by.

"Oppa!" She pants, punching you when you break the kiss.

"What? This is just the beginning!" You hold your hand out expectantly. She pulls out a small device from her purse, placing it in your hand.

"Did you put it in?" She nods.

"Wait oppa, don't turn it on the highest setting, it's-" Sejeong has to bite her lip as you hit a button on the remote, turning the small egg vibrator in her on to the highest setting right away. You watch her struggle for a few seconds, trying to stay standing and biting back her moans before you stop.

You hug her trembling body and whisper in her ear. "How wet are you?"

"Very." Came the hushed reply. "Can we just go home oppa? Let's just do it..."

"No, come on, go get tickets." You make Sejeong get in the queue while you wait near the counter at the front.The queue moves quickly, and only after a few minutes it was finally her turn.

"Hi, can I get t- ah!" She fires a glare at you as you switch the vibrator on the low setting.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, sorry, can I get t-two tickets?"

"Of course! Do you want to upgrade to our fast-pass tickets?"

"Mmmm!" You flip the vibrator to a higher setting for a brief moment. "Mmm, no thank you, we'll pass for today."

"Okay. One moment." Sejeong glares at you again before turning back to smile at the ticketer, paying for the tickets quickly. Her face is red as she hands you the tickets.

"Here, oppa do we really have to?"

"Yes." You lean in. "Trust me, I'll make sure you enjoy the rides." She blushes at that comment. You push her into the amusement park in front of you, getting out of the crowd by the entrance and towards a park map.

"What do you want to do first Sejeong?"

She looks intently, resigned to you toying with her for the afternoon, and instead trying to enjoy the amusement park. "Bumper cars?"

"Sure, let's go!"

After a short wait in line, you and Sejeong strap into one car, waiting for the other park-goers to join you in the arena. You fish the remote from your pockets, and you flip it to a medium speed. You watch her knuckles turn white on the wheel, her eyes closed as the pleasure flows through her. She looks at you with a pleading expression, but right then the alarm sounds.

"Oh, it's starting!"

With a wicked smirk you step on the pedal, sending the car shooting into the middle of the arena. You aim for the closest car and ram into it.

"Ahh!" Sejeong's shout is more of pleasure than surprise, the impact of the collision sending shockwaves through her as the vibrator moves about inside her.

"Ahh! No! Hah oppa!" All she can do is grip on to her belt for the tortuous duration as you drive and smash your car into others, making Sejeong cry with every jolt.

Thankfully the round comes to an end in a few minutes, and you stop the vibrator, leaving Sejeong bent over in her seat, breathing harshly against the wheel.

"Shall we go again?"

She shakes her head before turning to look at you, her eyes clouded in pleasure.

"Oppa I'm so close..."

"Okay, I know how to help you." You hold out a hand as she shakily steps out of the call, and she grabs your whole arm, clinging on to you for support.

"Excuse me sir, does she need medical assistance?" A worried employee approaches the two of you.

"Oh no, thank you, I think she's just a little motion sick."

"Got it, there are seats by the exit if she needs it."

"Yes, thank you!"

You lead her away from the crowd. She relaxes a little as she steps away from the edge of climax, but it is one step backward, two steps forward as you tell her what's coming next.

"Let's get on that roller coaster." You point to the main attraction of the park, its twisting mass of metal looming over everyone, filled with loops, many climbs followed by a sharp drop. "You can scream all you want there."

The two of you arrive at the hair-raising ride, Sejeong having calmed down a little on the way over.

"Oppa..." You turn to look at her quizzically as you wait for your turn in line.

"I want to cum, let's just go to a bathroom hmm?" She tries to pull you out of the queue, but you held fast.

"No, stay here, or I'll make you cum right here, right now." You watch her eyes dart left and right, trying to decide if she wants to cum badly enough to just pull you away anyways. She decides against it, and you pull her in for a hug and a kiss.

"Good girl..."

The line begins moving, and soon the safety restraints are lowered around the two of you, and the ride starts with a jerk. The roller coaster goes through a few small hills, before turning into a wide curve, leaving you temporarily sideways. Sejeong relaxes a little as she figures you are busy enjoying the ride and not her predicament, but she was wrong.

You spy the climb to the highest peak of the ride coming around the bend, and you reach for the remote. With a glance at her you switch the vibrator to the highest setting, making Sejeong's knuckles turn white as she grips the safety harness tightly, unable to do anything but absorb the pleasure radiating from the little device. Sejeong tries to turn and look at you, but finds herself looking at the sky as her head snaps back in growing ecstasy.

"Woo!" You shout as the coaster reaches its peak and begins falling. The same can be said for Sejeong as she screams in climax right as the ride begins hurtling towards the ground, blending in with the screams of other riders, her mind wiped out by the rush of gravity and orgasm. She is only partially recovered when the coaster comes to a stop, and you have to help her out of her seat as she weakly stumbles out of the ride, leaning on you heavily. You smirk as you manage to catch Sejeong's orgasmic expression captured on the ride camera, shown on the screen for a brief moment before switching to another photo. You consider buying the photo, but Sejeong drags you away.

"That was too much oppa!" She says, blushing furiously.

"Okay fine, one last ride okay?"

"No more roller coasters."

"Okay okay, just a Ferris wheel, okay?" You point to the slow moving and boring attraction.

"Ugh fine..."

The line for the Ferris wheel is non-existent, and the two of you get a cabin to yourselves.

"Why do you want to take this ride oppa? It's so boring!" Sejeong asks as the door closes and the cabin begins rising in the air.

"Exactly, so we can do something more exciting." You take a seat and pull her into your lap, capturing her lips and slipping your tongue in her mouth, not giving a care about the other cabins. Sejeong whines into the kiss, her hands on your shoulder, trying to make you break the kiss. But it is only for a moment, as she gets swept up by your intensity, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you deeper into the kiss.

"Oppa." She pleads cutely. "Can you take out the vibrator, we're done for the day right?"

You shake your head. "After this ride..."

With Sejeong wrapped in your arms you stand up, making her face one of the many windows to the outside as you press into her back, making sure she feels your straining erection. You kiss her neck, your hand going to your pocket to switch on the vibrator before returning to run up her body, squeezing a breast.

"I want you to cum for me here."

Sejeong gasps before releasing a long moan, the vibrations in her body being transformed into sound waves, bouncing off the cabin walls. She can barely focus - She tries to turn into your body to hide her face from anyone who might be looking, but you don't let her, tiling her chin and making her face the view outside, her expression contorted in pleasure, reflected faintly in the window.

"I'm so close, I’m going to-" You slip a hand down her body, rubbing her slit over her pants.

Sejeong sees the sun for a brief moment before being blinded by pleasure, releasing a scream to rival the one she did on the roller coaster. Your ears ring as Sejeong seizes up in your arms, her entire body threatening to shake you off with one of her most intense orgasms. You continue to rub and squeeze her, driving her to higher heights before she finally comes down, her legs giving out and forcing you to support her. You return to your seat, Sejeong still in your lap, breathing deeply.

"Okay, now I'm done." You whisper in her ear.

After a few quiet moments of rest, Sejeong opens her eyes and smiles as your cabin makes its way back down.

"You bastard. That was great."

After a brief stop in the bathrooms for Sejeong to remove the vibrator, she half drags you out of the park before you get any more ideas, and soon you find yourself back at Sejeong's place. Sejeong surprises you with her forcefulness, shoving you on her bed, before beginning to take off her pants and underwear.

"Whoa, weren't we going to get dinner?" You smirk.

"No, what we're doing next I won't need them." She snaps. Half naked she slaps the table with her palm and places her elbow on it. "Come, again!" She commands.

"Seriously? Another match?"

"Yes, best of one! If I win, I get to do everything I want to you!" She fires you a glare, intending to pay you back for what you did at the park.

"And if I win?"

"You won't!"

You shake your head and appease her, sitting opposite her and gripping her hand in yours.

"Ready, set, go!"

Sejeong was clearly still drained from your teasing of her earlier, and you easily have an advantage. Determined not to lose, she desperately resorts to cheating, trying to use her other hand to help her, but you quickly realize her intentions and smash the back of her hand against the table with a burst of strength.

"Fuck!"

"Wow, seriously baby? That was low."

"No fair, you made me weak from the park stuff earlier!" She says through gritted teeth.

"Well, you lost, and it was best of one, you said it."

"Fine, what do you want?"

You take off your pants and underwear too, showing off your erection to her. She licks and bites her lip at your response.

"I want to do everything I want to you. Strip and lie down on the bed." Your cock throbs as Sejeong takes off her shirt, revealing her perky chest, bouncing a little when she takes off her bra.

You look around her messy bedroom before finding what you want, picking up one of her thin scarves.

"Hands above your head please." She complies, blushing as she puts her body on full display for you. You tie her hands with the scarf, looping it through one of the gaps in her headboard.

"You look so beautiful." You make her blush even deeper before making her gasp. "Where did you put the vibrator?"

"Oppa, please just fuck me, I need you so much!"

"No, you cheated, there's no excuse to do that. Now where is it?" She tells you it is in her purse, and you rummage through her clothes before picking it out. You slip the vibrator into her and press the button, expecting her to twitch, but nothing. You press the button again, and then again.

"Huh, it's not working."

"It's out of battery, you used it so much in the park!" Sejeong says accusingly, before continuing with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "I have a wired one in that drawer."

"Great, thank you." You kiss her before going to the drawer, pulling out a similar vibrator, except with a wire connecting it to the remote. You slip this one into her and turn it on to "low", and Sejeong appreciatively moans as you don't overwhelm her right away. You pull out your phone, setting a timer of 30 seconds.

"Ah... What are you doing oppa?"

"Setting a timer." You show her the phone, letting her look at the timer count down while she begins to squirm. Soon 30 seconds are up.

"Thanks oppa, now untie me?"

"No." You start another 30 second timer.

"What?"

"You'll see, now less talking, more moaning."

She watches the timer count down once more, and once the phone beeps you set the timer to 1 minute and turn on the vibrator to medium. Sejeong's eyes open wide at the timer before she is forced to close her eyes, submitting with soft moans to the pleasure flowing through her. She begins to twist and turn sensually on the bed, her legs rubbing against one another, her chest heaving, sweat beginning to coat her toned body. Her athletic form writhing in pleasure turns you on to no end. Your hand finds its way to your shaft as you begin to stroke yourself in front of her. This makes Sejeong cry out, grabbing your attention and trying to bargain with your growing lust.

"Come on oppa, just fuck me, you can do whatever you want!" You are tempted, and you find yourself tossing your t-shirt off, moving towards her right as the phone beeps, breaking you out of your trance to turn the vibrator off.

"No." You allow her to rest for precisely one minute - Sejeong remains motionless on the bed, her head spinning as she backs away from the edge. Setting the timer for a minute and 30 seconds, you switch the vibrator to high.

"Oh god!" A continuous low groan leaves her mouth as she begins twisting forcefully on the bed, futilely trying to get away from the device embedded deep in her. You look at the timer - with 45 seconds remaining Sejeong begins crying out loud and thrashing on the bed, her hips rising off the sheets, bucking wildly. You begin stroking yourself again at the sight. At 15 seconds she begins screaming herself hoarse, her entire body coiling on herself, her abs flexing, and then it happens - with a ripping sound Sejeong manages to free her hands, the scarf tearing itself apart under the force of her struggles. The phone beeps pointlessly before going silent.

"Stop fucking around and fuck me." Sejeong manages to grab the remote and hit the button to stop the vibrator, but before she can do anything else you pounce on her.

"Wait-"

You flip her on her stomach and pull her hips up, kneeling behind her. Driven by lust you line up with her dripping folds before plunging yourself deep into her with one smooth stroke. Sejeong cries out in satisfaction, finally being filled with something substantial, but you stop when you feel something hard inside her.

"Oh damn, sorry, the vibrator..." You make to pull out of her, but she grabs you with an arm.

"No! Don't you dare pull out." Sejeong wriggles her hips around, trying to back herself on to your shaft. She drives moans out of you by moving herself back and forth on your cock, and you begin rocking your hips into her too. On one thrust though, you feel your head slide a little upwards in her, right above the vibrator. Sejeong squeals at the new sensation. "Oh fuck, that feels so full..."

The two of you pant as Sejeong adjusts to having you and the vibrator deep in her. A kinky idea strikes her, and she smirks as she waves the remote in your face.

"Try not to cum too fast oppa." She switches the vibrator to high immediately.

Both of you fail spectacularly as the vibrator shakes right against her g-spot and the underside of your head, causing both of you to orgasm almost instantly. Sejeong screams, biting into the bedsheets, while you do the same, gripping her hand tightly and screaming into her shoulder, leaving teeth marks on her skin.

With all the teasing you did to Sejeong earlier you built up a large load throughout the day, and now you fill her quivering walls completely, white cum leaking out from your connection and on to her sheets. Both of you collapse on the bed, the vibrator shattering your minds with the sudden intense pleasure.

When you finally come around from your orgasm, you find Sejeong still twitching beneath you, whimpering at overstimulation. You pry the remote from her rigid grip and switch the vibrator off, causing her to finally stop shaking. You plant kisses on her neck and down her sweaty back, gently rousing her from her prolonged climax.

“Fuck...” Is all she manages to get out. You manage a few more words.

"I'm not done yet babe..." Pulling the cum-coated vibrator out from her depths, you begin rubbing it around her other entrance before slipping it past the ring of muscle. You turn the vibrator on once more, setting it to low.

"Ahh oppa... do you have to?" Sejeong groans at the fresh wave of pleasure.

"I don't, but I can do anything I want." You move the vibrator in and out of her ass, gasps of pleasure leaving her lips unbidden. Before too long you find yourself already recovered and ready to go again.

"Come here." You sit up against the headboard and reach out to her. Sejeong clambers into your lap, kissing you tiredly.

"You're driving me insane..." She murmurs into your ear.

"So are you." You line your shaft up with her entrance, still dripping with your load, but she stops you, instead reaching behind to pull the vibrator out with a moan. She looks you in the eye.

"If you're going to put things in my ass, you better put everything in me..." She grasps your cock, scooting forward and lining herself up with you. "Ready?"

You nod. "Whenever you are."

Sejeong takes a deep breath before beginning to sink down into your lap. With a little resistance both of you moan when you push through her ring, slipping inside her tight tunnel.

"Oh fuck!" She bites her lip as she continues to lower her hips on to you, slowly sheathing your shaft in her ass. She smiles when you finally bottom out in her, your mind reeling at her tightness.

"You like it oppa?"

"Yes, you're so tight."

"Good, you'll have to move, I don't know if-" You interrupt Sejeong, making her squeal as you slowly lift her up and down your shaft, impaling her fully when you bring her down on to your lap. Your hands grab her cheeks as you lift her, spreading them open, allowing you to get as deep as possible. Lost in pleasure, Sejeong sneaks a hand down her body and begins to rub herself, her fingers working her clit lazily. Her speed quickly builds up though, clearly enjoying her favorite ride of the day.

"Ah, I'm cumming again!" Sejeong does just that, her body trembling against yours as her ass clamps down on you tightly, driving you closer to your orgasm. You begin thrusting up into her, pushing against her tightness and stuffing her through her climax. "Oppa wait!" Your cock throbs inside her back passage, getting even bigger as you begin bouncing her up and down your pole more violently, her moans turning to screams, the bed beginning to creak.

"Fuck Sejeong, I'm close..." You take a soft breast in your mouth, nipping and sucking at a nipple, adding to her pleasure.

"Do it, fill my- nnngh!" Sejeong arcs against your body and cums again in quick succession, your increased size triggering a stronger climax. Between the splash of her juices against your crotch and the suddenly increased tightness around your shaft, you follow closely behind her, spilling your second load.

You moan into her neck, hearing her whine as you shoot rope after rope of thick cum into her ass, your hands squeezing and kneading her cheeks mindlessly. Both of you are completely wiped out, and Sejeong collapses against you, making you lean against the headboard. With a shift of your hips you slip out of her, a tired moan leaving her lips as even more cum leaks from between her legs, adding to the mess on the bed.

You kiss her neck, only to hear Sejeong croak.

"Water..." You look at the sheen of sweat covering her body, not to mention the soaked nature of the sheets, and you realize that between your "punishment" and lovemaking afterwards Sejeong has drained herself completely of strength and fluids. You reach for the cup of water by her bed and hand it to her. She gulps it greedily, finishing it in one shot.

"Do you want more?" She shakes her head, choosing to cling on to you even tighter.

"Cuddle me." You do just that, hearing your heartbeats slows down and match each other's pace. "That was too many orgasms in a day." She laments to herself.

"If only you didn't cheat silly."

"Hmph!" Sejeong huffs. You appease her, grabbing her hand as if arm wrestling her, but this time you pull your own hand towards you, pretending that Sejeong is pushing it back.

"Oh no, I lost! You get to choose what we have for dinner, whatever you want."

"Ha ha, very funny." She goes silent before continuing. "I want fried chicken, ddeokbokki, and pizza."

"All of them? That hungry huh?" You joke.

"No!" Her body says otherwise, her stomach growling as soon as she fires her retort. "Okay maybe."

You peck her forehead. "We'll get all of it then." You grab some tissues from the bedside table and wipe her clean, making her whimper as you brush against her sensitive folds.

"Sorry, there, much better." You try to get up, but Sejeong wraps her arms around you, making you stay on the bed.

"I need to get my phone to order food you know."

She kisses you longingly, almost innocently. She takes your arms and wraps it around her waist. "Just stay with me like this, just a little longer."

You let out a contented sigh and embrace her tightly. Dinner can wait.

A/N: Had a hard time finding the right idol for this one, I spent a long time thinking about it. I wanted someone who was competitive and kinda cute, yet strong enough to break a restraint, hope Sejeong ended up being a good fit. Thank you for reading!

#smut #sejeong #IOI #gugudan

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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WARNING 18+ BIRB NOT BIRB SMUT! Band AU, harem collab. In which reader meets her favorite faceless singer. Little over 3k

Sweat trickles down your spine as your favorite song is blasted from the large speakers. Fog from the stage lingers just above your head as you feel as if you were in a dream. The setting is surreal especially since you actually managed to WIN those rare radio tickets to see a band in concert. And not just any band, your favorite fucking bad.

TOKYO MOB

The band consisted of four people, Bakugou Katsuki, the drummer who was angrier than any person you'd ever seen wearing nothing but skinny black jeans and a perpetual frown. Jiro, so cool and sleek in anything she wore as she tore up her guitar as side vocals. Then there was Denki, funny, cute even, on the bass with his electric blonde hair and killer smile. Lastly there was "Dark Shadow", the lead vocalist.

No one knew his real name or what he looked like, he chose to wear a headpiece in the shape of a raven or crow. You loved him, even without knowing his face.

He was so fit, strong arms and deadly abs that could be seen from beneath his cut off band tee crop top, much like you were wearing now. His voice was soothing as a bird's song, whether he was screaming or singing. The sound so uniquely beautiful it brought tears to your eyes the first time you heard it. And standing here with nothing but a small barricade and stage separating the two of you was a dream made in heaven.

He sings your favorite song, looking out into the crowd, body drenched in sweat from the high energy show as he jumps to the beat. He pauses to hit a long note and while the guitar riffs he looks into the VIP section. You swear you feel as if he is looking dead at you. The next few lyrics are packed full with emotion as he gets onto his knee, one hand holding the microphone while the other gently floats towards outstretched hands.

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

But it's yours that his fingers brush, intertwining his fingers with yours as tears prick your eyes.

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

The world stops, his silky voice smoothing over your skin before it erupts in goose flesh, he holds on to your hand as he sings the chorus again. The screaming people around you fade away as you hear nothing but his sultry voice.

As if he were serenading you in the kitchen of your home.

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

He squeezes your hand as he finishes the note, releasing your hand slowly before starting to stand. The music begins to fade as he huffs, trying to catch his breath before looking over the band. He sees that ever might need just a second more to take in some water so he brings the mic close to his face as he shouts.

"Are we having a good time tonight?!"

The crowd erupts into a scream, so loud you can barely hear the one tearing up your throat.

"I can't fucking hear you, extras!" Bakugou shouts into his own mic. The sold out stadium shakes rivaling the bass of the sound system as they all play off random notes and beats. When the deafening roar becomes a hushed, dull roar Bakugou sets the beat, Jiro and Denki join in as their most popular song begins to bump through the speakers. The song sets a heavy, hype beat that can get anyone to bang their head to. You start along with them, booze lighting up your system and causing you to ignore the charged air around you

Some of the bystanders, some of the women especially were jealous of the fact that you were holding hands with none other than the DARK SHADOW.

"Stupid bitch." They murmur amongst themselves, "Let's really fuck her up."

One says before shoving her unsuspecting and overly excitable boyfriend into another guy while shouting.

"MOSH PIT!" The crowd follows suit, putting you in the thick of it. Normally you could handle a little mosh, staying on the fringes to avoid too much damage but being in the center was beginning to spell trouble. The world spun as body after body began to slam into you, turning you this way and that before someone begins to take advantage of the situation. A sleazy guy you had hoped to avoid "falls" into you, rough palms grabbing a handful of your ass, beneath your skirt. A yelp lost to the crowd leaves your lips, tears burning in your eyes as this man set out to ruin what was possibly the highlight of your life.

He was going to ruin it with his disgusting cigarette breath, lips sloppily kissing at your throat as he moved the two of you closer to the barricade. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading your cheeks as he shouts into your ear.

"These fishnets for me slut?" He slurs, chuckling as he presses your back into the cool biting metal, "Love the crop top baby, do you got a bra on underneath?"

A sob threatens to rack through your body as your elated high quickly turns into stomach churning nausea. Desperately you look up to the stage, anything to distract you from the fingers that try to venture between your thighs, while the other rips at your favorite top.

Tokoyami jumps, stopping to adjust his feet for steady ground to do the screaming part of the song, he glances down into the crowd, silently looking for you. The woman who made his heart flutter for the first time in years and when he sees your face tilted up towards him with fear and pain twisting your features he loses his cool.

"Fucking stop!" He shouts, the lyrics gone for now as the music abruptly stops, the man holding you startles as the light follows Dark Shadow's accusing finger. He is illuminated by the stage light as bystanders rip him from you, he punches one guy and makes a run for it.

"Aye yo security. Get this asshole!" Dark Shadow shouts, leaning down for your now outstretched arms. Pulling you on stage with ease as his fingers flutter over your shoulders and sides for injuries.

"You okay my sparrow?" He coos softly and you nod, and he guides you towards the back of the stage, leaving the two front members to appease the excited crowd. He presses a cold water bottle to your hand before pulling up a chair a few feet from the drum kit.

"Stay by Bakugou okay? He'll take care of you." He wipes some sweat from your face before squeezing the nape of your neck. Bakugou glares your way with mixed emotions before doing his show starting beat to get the crowd jumping.

"Anyone else wanna act like a fucking douche?" Denki asks, walking up and down the front of the stage waiting for Tokoyami to return to the forefront.

"NOOOOO!" The crowd shouts, Denki offers a cheeky smile before adding.

"That's my good fans!" He blows a kiss to the crowd and the screams fly up an octave.

"Alright let's start this shit from the top!" Jiro shouts, letting out some hypnotic notes before looking towards Tokoyami.

"Actually, let's give them a sample of the new album. Let's give them a tease. Do you wanna be teased?" He asks the crowd aiming the mic towards them as if he needed to.

"SHOW US! TEASE US!" The crowd chants before Tokoyami looks towards his band members.

"I dunno do they deserve it?" Bakugou prodes and the audience lets out a dejected whine.

"Promise to behave?" Jiro teases and the crowd collectively screams out desperately "YES!"

"Well keep your hands to yourself and listen up cause you're only gonna hear it this once til it drops!" Tokoyami shouts before Jiro starts playing that hypnotic sound, shortly after Denki joins in. Bakugou twisting his drumstick as he waits for his cue impatiently. Dark Shadow takes in a deep breath before singing the haunting first lines of their new song.

"What do you do, when it's stalking after yoouuu? What do you say when it's just a breath awaaay~? Coming closer and you can't seem to get awaaaaay?"

"Always watching, always loooomming-"

Bakugou slams his sticks down hard onto the kit, foot tapping the bass drum at an alarming speed as everything seems to be hitting a climax.

"WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN ITS COMING FROM INSIDE OF YOU? WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN IT SHARES YOUR NAAAAME?

WHEN YOU CAN'T HIDE THE DEMON THAT'S LURKING INSIDE!"

The last line he screams and the crowd is overcome with emotion. The height of the music and the new song that the band pours their hearts into, sends the crowd into a frenzy. Sweat dripping from everyone as their black shirts dampen around their collars.

The song the crowd wanted to last forever comes to an end and you find yourself standing to scream, tears in your eyes.

"That was amazing!" Curling your fingers into a fist, Dark Shadow turns back to see you, out of the millions of people there tonight, in that moment he could only hear you.

"Well I think we gave them a good show huh?" Denki asks into the mic, Bakugou drums a heavy beat as he shouts.

"FUCK YEA WE DID!"

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!" The band members shout in unison before waving and slowly backing off stage. Tokoyami rushes towards you, hand slipping around your natural waist as he guides you into the darkened stage towards his dressing room. Your heart is racing in your ears as the silence becomes deafening. Being this close to Dark Shadow you couldn't help but notice the little cushion that keeps his helmet from damaging his throat and the intoxicating smell that rolls off of him like a cool breeze. He smells like cedar and pine at twilight while the wind brings with it the threat of snow.

You shiver despite the warmth of his touch. Swallowing the lump in your throat you force your tongue to cooperate as he steps in front of his door politely opening it for you. His small silver chains clink from the motion.

"You must be tired, are you sure you want...company?" If you could see his face you imagined he'd be smiling. Pressing his hand at the small of your back to urge you inside.

"I'm sure." He walks in, waiting for you to follow before he slumps onto a worn leather arm chair. Your platform converse move on their own as you cross the threshold of the room, closing the door behind you.

"Lock it, would you sparrow?" All you can do is nod as you turn the lock until you hear a soft click. He gestures for you to sit on the couch beside him before his broad hands go towards his helmet.

The blood rushes from your face as a moment of honor and horror wage war in your gut, pulling your heart down towards your feet.

"Wait!" You shout, startling both of you and you feel heat rise into your cheeks and throat, "I don't want you to feel obligated to take it off. We can just...talk."

Nervously you fidget with the hem of your skirt, thinking he was going to kick you out for being so lame.

Boring.

He stands and you flinch before he sits beside you on the love seat. If you could see his eyes you wondered if they were sparkling. His winter woods smell tickles your nose and you smile.

"I'd love to just talk. But first." He must notice your ripped shirt as he stands again. Rummaging through his suitcase to find the first edition band tee ever made for TOKYO MOB.

"I couldn't!" You half shout and then squeak, "I shouldn't"

"I insist." He says softly placing it on your lap before giving you his toned back. The cropped tee he wears shows off the dimples in his lower back that has you thinking of what it would look like while those hips piston into you. Quickly you toss your ripped shirt aside and slip his over your head, relishing the present smell, heart stirring.

"It's safe." You say softly and he turns around taking the seat beside you again.

After a small awkward silence the two of you begin to talk, the conversation coming easy as you gushed over his voice and where you went to college when he asked. Him wanting to know more about your life and the night ended up being about you instead of him for once and it was nice.

Nice to not have someone prying or clawing at his neck to find out just who he was and what he looked like, suddenly heat rushes to his pants. His hand comes to rest on your knee just below the hem of your skirt, ringed fingers sliding beneath the black fabric. You swallow, looking into the face of the bird mask and softly speak.

"How- how would we kiss?" It feels stupid, embarrassing that you would even think that. He kills the light by the love seat flooding the room in total darkness before he takes off his helmet with a clatter.

"Like this." His lips are by your ear now sending ecstacy through your body in the form of a spine tingling shudder. He kisses at your lobe working his way down your throat and then up to your jaw, avoiding your lips as he tastes every inch of you he can. His damp hair tickles your nose as he moves you to him, hovering over you as he kisses the plane of your stomach beneath his lifted shirt.

"You look damn good in my shirt baby." He trails his tongue up your sternum causing you to moan, he smirks against the bone before sucking at the supple skin of your breast. Choosing them for his canvas to paint in blacks and blues that you would soon come to wish would last a life time. His free hand twists your nipple, pulling it as he scrapes his teeth against your other. Tongue flicking against the sensitive nub another moan escapes your lips as he plays with you for what feels like hours. He doesn't even go to touch your aching cunt until you're covered in a sheen of sweat. Begging for his hands to move lower as your vision spots in the dark from his sensual touch alone. Your own hands explore up his defined abs and torso occasionally catching the cool metal of his chains, this time you decide to pull him into a kiss. Your lips touching his for the first time all night and you feel like a live wire. Hungrily and aggressively trying to devour him as you feel music dancing through your blood, humming in your bones, he groans amplifying the feeling as his clothed hard on presses into your core. His tongue swipes over yours and the thought of not even knowing what he looks like arches your back into his touch.

Finally he flips your skirt up, his fingers venturing between your thighs and when he finds no fabric and the satisfying sound of your slick he bucks his hips, biting at your breasts.

"So wet sparrow…." His voice is soft breath and a little desperate causing your cunt to clench. He circles your clit until you're crying, his fingers occasionally checking for a stream of tears. When he feels the droplets on your face he chuckles shoving his fingers knuckle deep going agonizingly slow until you're fluttering around his thick curled digits. You cum hard and he whispers praises in your ear, several times as your body shakes and you think you won't be able to make it through the night.

"Ready for my cock babe?" He asks gently swiping his thumb over your swollen and heavily abused clit. You perk right up, ready for the finale silently thanking the gods for a band members stamina. You notice him shaking as he leans down for a kiss, his stomach sweaty and sticking to yours. You fist his hair, pulling him back just a bit.

"You'll be okay?" You can just make out the gleam of his teeth from his smirk before his voice comes out as pure sinful husk.

"The question is, will you sweet sparrow?"

Too stunned to answer he swallows your silence with a kiss before he sheaths himself inside you. Relishing the moan in his mouth and the fluttering of your velvet walls as they adjust to him. You were so wet, so ready for him as he slowly rocked his hips. Your half wish from earlier coming true as your hands fly to the dimples of his lower back, trying to urge him to quicken his pace but he keeps it languid, deadly. Each stroke hitting with purpose. The head of his cock hitting that cushy spot as his pelvis snapped against your clit. The sensation sends you into a never ending moan. Each gasp his stage name as he marks you as his, nails raking down your arms as he praises.

"Such a nice pussy you have. Taking me so fucking well." He lingers by your ear, his tone the opposite of his lustful words. Your own nails claw down his back in viscous lines as he keeps you on the edge. The coil, steady and tight as you feel the pressure in your stomach growing. He can feel how tightly you're squeezing him and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He press his fingers into your stomach as his thumb swipes over your clit, his hips snapping faster and faster as he waits for what he hopes is coming. The pressure becomes too much he overstimulates your body, shaking as you cry out.

"I can't, I can't…"

"You can, just for me. Don't be shy, cum for me baby." His deep voice sends a chill through your body, you go rigid, quiet before your body jerks and releases a clear liquid onto his pelvis and cock. Shaking as he fucks your through it before his voice comes out strained as you milk him.

"Imma cum baby, where do you want it?"

"In me, I promise I have an IUD just fucking cum Dark Shadow!" You gasp and he obeys, adding to your pleasant after shocks, filling you to the brim with his hot seed with a husky grunt. He collapses onto you fixing your shirt before he gently withdraws, keeping his face to your chest as your fingers find his hair. You try not to let your thoughts wander and as if he could read your mind.

"I promise you, you're the only one who's made me do that." He kisses your throat gently before his hand searches for your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours before he hums. Slowly singing you to sleep. You welcome the feeling as exhaustion blankets you in darkness.

"Uh miss." The voice comes as a shock as a large man tries to wake you from a distance. You startle, grabbing at blankets to cover yourself although you're fully clothed.

"Hate to wake you miss but we're locking up. The venue is closed and the band is…" Although he looks a brute he clearly has some sort of heart. Unable to say what you know.

"Gone." Tears burn your eyes as you think of how stupid you were. To ever think you were special enough to be anything more than a groupie. A note sits on the bedside table.

"Should we cross paths again, Sparrow. I'll make you forever mine"

The note blurs as you recognize the lyrics to the song. You look down at his band tee and wonder if your favorite song was more of a gimmick to pick up fans than some fated promise.

And so life moves on.

You can only tell that time has passed from the fading color of your bruises. Slowly they melt from a cold bluish black into cool greens and warm dotted yellows. You sigh, looking in the mirror before you head towards your room for clothes. Finally mustering up the courage to wear that stupid band tee he gave you again. It still smells faintly of him, of the winter woods suspended in forever twilight. Of musk from your sweat and his. You fight back the tears as you remind yourself you just put on mascara, finally choosing to participate in a social life after having your heart broken for being a fool. You decided to get ready sooner rather than later, otherwise you would have backed out from the plans and mopped around the house. You figured some coffee would help kill the time as you lace up your converse thinking of your favorite shop. You head out and walk leisurely to the cafe off the beaten path of downtown. The street is full but not overly so as people browse the shopping district of the huge city you call home. Everyone fades into the background until your eye catches against a handsome man, dressed in tastefully torn black jeans, and an onyx turtleneck. You would be concerned for his attire in this weather if he wasn't so damn handsome. You must catch his eye as well as his face instantly lights up when he makes eye contact. He beats you to the cafe door, holding it open for you with ringed fingers like a gentleman waiting for you to enter. The gesture feels familiar causing your heart to squeeze in your chest, feeling trapped beneath your too small rib cage. As you walk past him you think you smell something familiar.

Like cedar and pine, dancing on a snowy wind as the sun sets the world on fire.

Your world on fire as you grip at the front of Dark Shadow's shirt trying not to cry. You just wanted your fucking macchiato and to move on with your life. You had lived every fan's dream of sleeping with your favorite band member. Tasting Dark Shadow's blackberry mouth. Shouldn't that be enough?

Your aching heart said otherwise.

Suddenly warmth is behind you, radiating off of a thick body as the handsome man bends over to put his profile to your ear. Goose flesh prickles your skin in late August as he says with a voice that drapes you in sinful black silk.

"You look damn good in my shirt, sparrow."

#tokoyami smut #tokoyami fukimage #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami x you #bnha x reader #bnha band au #server collab #fukimage x reader

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they��d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

#bnha 310 #midoriya izuku #ofa prime #ofa ii #bakugou katsuki #MAYBE???#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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cityoftheangelllls · 3 years ago

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Hotel Transylvania 4 Predictions!!

Because I'm bored and sick of waiting for it.

- When Drac realizes his friends have turned into humans he's going to instantly recognize all of them except for Griffin. Like, I imagine that when he gets to Griffin he's going to be super confused and ask who he is, and Griffin is going to look Drac dead straight in the eye with a resting bitch face and not saying a single word as he removes his glasses and holds them up. Then Drac would realize it's him.

- Mavis is going to be semi-immune to the Monsterfication Ray. I mean, what else would explain that ear she gets in one of the trailers, and, in all the other scenes I've seen with her that appear in the trailers and which must come afterward, she's fine?

- Mavis is going to run up to her Uncle Griffin and hug him because she's so excited that she finally gets to see him for the first time in her 125+ years of existence. Even though Griffin gave an incredibly awkward first impression.

- Frank is going to take a group selfie with Murray, Wayne, and Griffin right after they all turn human, much against their will.

- Wayne is gonna act like a dog at least once when he turns human.

- Wayne's kids may not recognize him at first when he shows up as a human and get all aggressive when he tries to approach them. Except Winnie, of course.

- Frank is going to be so in love with his new human form that he's going to crave a mass social media following and he's going to create at least one account and document his every waking moment and it's going to annoy the living hell out of his friends

- Given how I saw Griffin carrying Jello!Blobby on a plate in the trailer that came out in July I assume that he's going to be the first of the Drac Pack to get extremely protective of him and take every measure to keep him from getting eaten or damaged. Extra points if he talks to him like he's still sentient. I also think that, after Blobby transforms, the Drac Pack is going to have no idea what he is (assuming they've never been exposed to Jello before) but they think he looks super tasty and want to take a bite out of him, and Griffin is going to rush to pick him up and be all like, "No, that's murder!" In some of the sticker gifs that got released, I saw Blobby sticking cups inside of himself and making "punch" for his friends, and they drink it and seem to like it, so it's probable that this could happen.

- Referring to the above, if David Spade makes an Emperor's New Groove reference as Griffin ("NOOOOO TOUCHY! No touch!") I would fcuking die.

- AT LEAST ONE "blah bluh blah" joke. I mean it's been the royal running gag of the series!!

- Griffin is going to run into Crystal, and she'll be visible, but for a completely different reason than the Monsterfication Ray

- A carpool karaoke scene. A CARPOOL KARAOKE SCENE. Where Drac and his friends are in a car, Griffin is driving, and the pack is singing along to a song that would be hilarious to see a bunch of middle-aged dads sing, like "Barbie Girl" and totally jamming out, and Drac is just sitting there like WTF. Fuck, this doesn’t even have to be in a car, I just want to see everyone acting like goofy daddies

- Drac asking Mavis to bite him in an effort to turn him back into a vampire, and Mavis being super hesitant, "No, you're my dad! Why would I bite you?"

- Drac is going to ride on Johnny and crash through the walls/ceiling of the hotel, and this is how Mavis finds out that her dad is a human and her husband is a monster/dragon, and when the “if we don’t fix you guys soon you’ll be like this forever” scene from the trailer happens

- Griffin turning into a hot dad for some reason. Because maybe Sony listened to the petitions after all, but are still slightly bitter about having to redo the whole Sonic movie.

- Griffin is going to tell his origin story (as David Spade said himself, we will learn a lot more about the invisible man in this movie!)

- Drac and Johnny are going to have a falling out because Johnny wants to remain a monster, and he's going to tell Drac how unwanted he feels regardless of whether he's a human or a monster before flying off.

- We already saw how pissed Eunice was at Frank when he turned into a human and the way she yells at him is going to be along the lines of "I leave you alone for TEN MINUTES and THIS is what you do?!?"

- I kind of spoiled myself by reading what bits I could of the junior novelization online and I found out that one scene is going to involve a bunch of evil Draculas. I can imagine one of them coming up to Mavis and saying, "Come here, honeybat! Give me a hug!" And Mavis will reply, "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" and proceed to lose her shit and unleash her fury and kickassery upon the entire army of evil Draculas.

- The reason Griffin says "Seriously?" in the second trailer is because the shirt he borrowed says something really stupid or contradictory to his personality and his friends are poking fun at him for it.

- I just want this movie to have SOOOOOO MAAAAANY HUUUUUUUGGGGGGGSSSSS. I want to see Drac and Johnny hug more than once and MEAN IT, and I want to see a group hug between everybody, god I just want to get PUNCHED IN THE FACE with feels!!!

What I DON'T want to happen:

- Fat jokes directed towards Griffin. I mean, come on, it's 2021, people. I really hope they nixed the idea of Griffin wearing that undersized shirt in the promotional material.

- Any more language errors in Brazil, like the "aeropuerto" one. Why can't these people do their research and realize that PEOPLE IN BRAZIL SPEAK PORTUGUESE?!?!?!

- potty humor/burp/fart jokes. They’re not fucking funny anymore.

Feel free to add more when you reblog, this is kind of all I have for now!

#hotel transylvania #im so sorry that most of these concern griffin he's my favorite #even though he looks like a butternut squash i still love him #hotel transylvania 4 #hotel transylvania transformania #non disney #predictions #Dracula #Mavis Dracula

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ravenadottir · 4 years ago

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how do you think the islanders high school prom nights went?

oh nooooo! don’t make me suffer thinking about proms!

ok, um, let’s see.

((edit: it became a bible, as per usual...))

bobby. i can imagine cupcake being nervous to ask a girl to go with him to prom, rehearsing his “promposal” several times in the mirror, and joking about something related to proms that would light up the mood. i picture him with a really cute and shy girl that had her eye on him during chemistry class. and yes, i think he used the chemistry hook to ask her to be his date. he probably did weird worm dances, got the stage for ‘paisley cuddle’ for a three songs, was elected ‘class clown’ and got a good night kiss in front of her house when dropping her off, afterwards.

carl. i don’t want to sound too mean, but if carl went to his prom, he didn’t go with someone. he was too awkward and didn’t pick up the courage to invite the girl of his dreams. he had the corsage bought, but deep down he knew he couldn’t ask her. i must add here, he had a close friend that ended up spending the party with him because they were that connected. carl didn’t have fun, didn’t find the meaning of friendship and danced with his friend. he was too worried about uni applications and his future, and couldn’t wait to run for the hills. his entire high school experience sucked, and his prom wasn’t different. maybe one liberating song that set him free was “gives you hell”, where he didn’t feel like holding back and really let all the weird alien moves out. after that, he left. for good. this is why i think when he tells the story to mc she’ll find a way to throw a prom just for him, with his friends from the villa, where he’ll be picked up in a limo and dance awkwardly, but freely, with true friends.

chelsea. this girl had fun on her prom, had a really cute guy taking her, the most gorgeous corsage she put together herself and gave it to her date the day before, so he could bring it when picking her up. chelsea had a close group of friends in school and danced the night away. if i know my bra well i think she was in charge of the decor, and you can bet your ass she talked her way into making everything pink-toned. all the blush and millennial pink you can imagine, down to the punch and the tablecloths. she organized everything related to the decor while bonding with a different person in charge of the rest. i can only imagine she had tons of fun at the night of the prom, being taken there in a pink limo. if her date didn’t do it, she would do it for herself, don’t at me!

gary. gary went to this prom, but i don’t reckon he took a girl. at that point of his life he was still “villain” looking, like he said, and i don’t think he had enough confidence to ask someone to go with him. what i do believe is that dicky was there with him, with a six pack and a playlist on his car that would be “infinitely better than whatever those fucking nerds are playing in there, mate!”. they would go in but not stay too long. i don’t think gary was a class clown or a sportist, despite of him playing football early on. he must’ve left that aside while focusing on robotics, so he was pretty much invisible. at least i think he defined himself in those terms. but they would drive somewhere gary adores, like the mountain, to watch the shipyard, have the beers, the music from the car radio and just talk and make fun of the popular kids that listen to ed sheeran. they would stay up all night, making plans for the future, since gary has his forklift license and is more than ready to start working. “cheers, mate.” besides the usual arctic monkeys, i think the song that best illustrates his prom is “mr. brightside” by ‘the killers’. “you know you’re gonna have to come back later for the car right, rennell?” “yeah...” “i’ll come with, you pussy. no need to be so sad.” dicky completed, pouting and draping an arm on gary’s shoulder as they walked home, ties untied, jackets and shirts open.

henrik. this kid couldn’t wait to wear those suspenders, beige pants and white shirt. he definitely had matching boutonniere with the corsage he got for his date, and his hair down. because whenever he hits the dancefloor, he lets his locks down and everyone knows that means the party is about to start. it wasn’t difficult for him to invite the girl he likes and she didn’t even blink before saying ‘yes’. i think he drove there, his friends on the back, singing along to "heroes” a cover by ‘the wallflowers’. i see henrik laughing while spinning a girl in place, catching her, goofing around with his friends while having the time of their lives. he already knew what he wanted to be, and everything was planned out. he drove everyone home and had his first night out with the girl he took to the prom.

kassam. i think kassam did his best to follow the protocol and asked a girl to go with him, got her a cute corsage and planned out the limo bit with his close friends. but i think it truly hit him that everything was going down when he put his jacket on, at the store. he saw himself on the mirror and realized what prom was, to him. it wasn’t just a party he would probably get laid after. i think he partied extremely hard that night, took some stuff, lost control, danced like an absolute asshole and probably ruined the night for a couple of people. it wasn’t smooth or tranquil like he thought it could be, and i really think he regrets lots of things he did that night. except for one. he decided to be the life of the party in different ways.

lottie. her “year 12 formal” was probably the first time lottie had real fun in her high school experience. like priya said before, i think lottie had some control issues and that stops her from seeing the full picture. ending your school experience usually opens your eyes for bigger things, and that’s where i think she really enjoyed herself for a long time. of course she wore a black dress and black and white corsage, if any. probably the first time she dyed her hair, not only a couple of streaks. high heels and black lipstick but just as gorgeous as she is today. maybe not the same level of confidence as today, but she was on the right path, i’m guessing.

lucas. i wanted to say lucas was the prom king, but that didn’t happen. he definitely didn’t know what to do while having a girl linking arms with him. he always felt like an outcast because of his previous experiences in school. always moving away, never staying too long to truly bond with his peers. so prom wasn’t exactly a fun time for him. it was though, the moment he realized he could do anything he wanted, not only conform to what his dad expected from him. the moment he realized that was possible the punch tasted different, the music became more fun, the dance moves weren’t so rehearsed and awkward, and he could truly appreciate what that night represented. i do think lucas wasn’t as smooth as he is today, so you can expect very boring tuxedo+shoes+tie combo, and not a lot of jazz going on with his ride. the whole point of getting a limo is to share it with your friends, but if you’re there for only a few months, then i don’t think there’s a bond strong enough to make you sing along to songs while picking up a girl. truth is, school wasn’t the best time for lucas, and just like carl, i don’t believe his prom was either.

marisol. she had to conform to a dress even though she wanted to rock a suit. at that point marisol already knew damn well who she was, but she couldn’t come out yet. i don’t think she had a very open relationship with her parents, and had to hide it for a while. what i do think though is that she took a girl, and changed into a suit at the dance. her closest friends knew about it and supported her, helping her hide her secret until the time was right. but that didn’t happen that night. she gave her date her corsage, and danced the night away with all of them. i even think her first sexual experience with a girl happened that night. awkwardly but very fully loving experience.

noah. i really think noah had a long term girlfriend by the time he graduated from high school, and she was the lucky girl he took to prom as his date. he asked her in the most traditional way, getting to her by the lockers, after class, possibly proceeding to take her to the library, finding the aisle with his and hers favorite books, then asking her there. the whole shebang of corsage and tuxedo, but no fancy limo bit or big gestures. just what he could afford. his dad took them to the dance and they entered the room being greeted by his closest friends. i do think noah was somewhat popular among the boys, because of his swimming, and the girls because he was so sweet and caring, besides hot! definitely popular enough to get some votes for prom king, but not quite there. i also believe the night of the prom could’ve been the first time he had sex. i could be wrong, but in my head, teen noah would’ve waited for a night as such, knowing what it means to him and to his girlfriend. not a lot of dancing but a lot of talking and watching as his crazier friends would let go and pull off moves no one should.

priya. it wasn’t the most fun she had in her life, that’s for sure. she mentioned a couple of times about her life in school and how hard it was to fit in. i don’t think big things happened for her back then. she tried her best to conform and become friends with people but it wasn’t in her, and eventually, those friendships would crumble. she probably had a date, a boy who asked her, and a couple of close friends, but didn’t feel like that was the fantasy prom she pictured for herself. i can see her wearing something discreet, because the priya we know and love blossomed later in life. besides, it was 2007/2008. emo phases were ending, but the alternative hairstyles were still here. if she had one of those or not, it’s up for debate. but her family doesn’t seem the kind to forbid her from having a haircut of her choice, so… you know what that means for her fashion choices back then! she did have a good time after a while at the dance, but it took her too long to realize it only depended on her. i think she danced, but didn’t really let the beast out. “not the greatest party i’ve been to, and definitely not my hottest look. but i guess no one’s prom is perfect.”

#litg noah #litg gary #litg lucas #litg carl #litg kassam #litg henrik #litg bobby #litg priya #litg lottie #litg marisol #litg chelsea #litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #love island the game season 2 #queue #group asks #prom

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years ago

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bring your shithead to work day. (f/c)

☙ pairing: izuku and yukio

☙ theme: single dad pro-hero deku, megsbigbeefyhairydeku

☙ cw/tw: profanity, comedy, fluff, yukio midoriya*, single dad, oopsie yuki made a poopsie!

☙ a/n-request: [Okay! Just like a day out. Some good ol taking your son on a non dangerous patrol to see what it is his daddy does for a living. Maybe going to a store and just having a fun shopping trip and fan-boying over Hero Merch because you know one of Dekus kids will be a fan-child like he was too😂 does this count as details or do you need more? Like I avoided anything about a mom because I don't know what to do for that lol. !!! MAKE IT SINGLE DAD DEKU! yeah. Yeah! Single dad. That's good]

** I had too much fun with this and kind of just went with it. Hope the cameo is okay. ^-^

The sound of electricity crackling and elated high pitched giggles bounced against the brick walls of the city's buildings as Izuku jumped from rooftop to rooftop. His green eyes were wide with fear and he ran harder than ever, using his quirk to help propel him further and faster.

He was running out of time. He had to hurry!

“Almost there buddy, just - please, please hold on!” Izuku panted out, placing a gloved hand to pet Yukio’s head.

When the sound of his giggles started to quiet and eventually went silent, Izuku felt panic coursing through his veins and making his blood run cold. He looked down to his one year old, strapped securely in a harness to his chest. Matching green eyes looked up at his but it was the strained stare on Yukio’s face that made Izuku yelp.

He looked back up and spotted the golden arches of a nearby McDonalds and nodded. Soon he was bouncing back and forth down between two buildings before landing on the ground and immediately running for the fast food establishment. Izuku ignored all the citizens stopping to stare at him with waves and cheers, some taking out their phones to record videos and snap pictures.

He didn’t have time!

Izuku struggled to pull open the doors in his panic, gaining shocked and confused looks from the customers and employees as he bolted for the bathroom while yelling out apologies. But finally, fucking finally, he made it inside and pulled down the plastic table of the diaper changing station while clumsily unbuckling a grunting Yukio from his carrier.

“Come on Yuki, don’t do this to me - oops,” Izuku flinched when he nearly dropped the kid but was quick enough to use black whip in catching him by the leg.

But that was a grave mistake.

“Ah no, no, no - nooooo!”

From outside the bathroom, the workers and customers and now citizens from outside all listened to Izuku groaning and panicking while Yukio giggled and squealed. One person asked what could possibly be going on when a man sitting at a table with his own two kids shook his head sympathetically and sighed.

“Trust me - you don’t wanna know.”

Nearly twenty minutes passed before Izuku emerged out of the bathroom with a giggly Yukio on his hip, wearing nothing but a diaper. His face bloomed red as numerous people looked at him with confusion. Izuku rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and offered up a nervous laugh.

“Uh sorry about that everyone, we had a little uh, accident.”

Soon everyone was either laughing or covering their hearts as they visibly awed at the flustered massive burly hero and his happy child. Izuku explained how in his rush to pick Yukio up from his mother that morning, he forgot to pack an extra set of clothes in his bag and he didn’t make it in time for the ‘accident’ and only made things worse when he caught the kid upside down. The people of the fast food joint were understanding, especially the parents and one of them offered an extra t-shirt they had in their kids diaper bag. It was a little too big but it would help for now until Izuku stopped by a store to get Yukio a new outfit for the rest of the day.

Izuku thanked the person and insisted on paying for their meal and giving them and their kids vouchers for each a free merch item from one of the official hero stores. Next he decided why not get lunch for him and the little stinker before heading back out on patrol. So a few chicken nuggets with apples slices and two big mac meals later, Izuku and Yukio said goodbye to everyone and the hero was bolting back into the city.

Yukio babbled and drooled while Izuku walked down the streets of the shopping district, making sure to wave to the civilians with a gleaming smile as they walked by him. A couple of paparazzi snapped his picture and Izuku mentally jotted down to look out for those photos so he could print them out for himself.

“Well, all things considering, it's been a pretty good day right Yuki?”

Izuku questioned the toddler, looking down on him and running his fingers through those matching unruly green curls of his. Yukio looked up at Izuku and smiled a slobbery smile, freckled cheeks all pink from giggling while he played with his stuffed otter. Izuku smiled back and hummed, the both of them looking ahead after.

The hero walked about another block before Yukio started bouncing excitedly in the chest carrier and pointing straight ahead.

“Boom Boom!”

Izuku chuckled and nodded. “Yup, there’s Uncle Kacchan.”

A high-pitched squeal escaped Yukio when Bakugou spotted them and started walking over. When he stopped, Bakugou looked down at the toddler and smirked, using a large finger to tickle under his chin.

“What’s up you little shit-head!”

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou only threw his head back and laughed, taking the toy otter from Yukio and using it to playfully boop his face.

“It’s true. You two are all over the internet now, it’s fucking priceless!”

Izuku groaned and rubbed the front of his face with his palm. Yukio drooled while teething on Bakugou’s gloved finger, the blonde grinning before punching at Izuku’s shoulder.

“Tch, chill out nerd. So the little gremlin shit himself too hard and ruined his clothes, it happens. You’re a single dad, no one expects you to be perfect - even partnered dads fuck up, you’re not fucking special. Plus it's grade A entertainment, I’m looking forward to the next thing this little guy does.”

With a sigh, Izuku smiled and pinched at one of Yukio’s cheeks. “Yeah I guess so. Thanks Kacchan.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and ruffled Yukio’s hair before shoving Izuku away with a palm to his face.

“Whatever Deku. Get that kid some clothes and stop by after your patrol is done, I’ll make us dinner since you’re shit at cooking and I don’t want the kid to starve tonight.”

Izuku chuckled and rubbed his cheek, turning around to watch as Bakugou walked away.

“O-Okay then,” he smiled and lifted Yukio’s hand to wave at the blonde, “Say by Uncle Kacchan.”

Yukio giggled and kicked his tiny legs, waving both arms. “Bye-bye Boom Boom!”

“Close enough, now let’s go check out the area then get you some better fitting clothes.”

After another half hour, Izuku and Yukio found themselves inside of one of the famous chain hero merchandise stores in the shopping district. While Izuku looked for Yukio’s size in the Ground Zero three piece set jogger outfit, Yukio played with a Red Riot plushie and a purple Persona cat plushie that had Hitoshi’s matching tired eyes as he sat in the buggy.

When Izuku finally found what he needed he decided to go look and see if any new figures happened to come out. And in the end when he and Yukio left the store, they had a bag carrying the new Chargebolt and Cellophane figures, a few sets of the Ground Zero active wear joggers and Shouto onesies that had patterns of a cartoon cat version of the hero. Yukio also had a children’s pair of Tsukuyomi sunglasses on since the sun was going down and Izuku didn’t want him to have its rays in his eyes on their way back to the agency.

Izuku put on his own pair and leaned down to kiss the top of Yukio’s head, strapped once again in his chest harness. The toddler giggled and held his two new toys close.

“Alright Yuki, ready to go clock out and spend the afternoon with Boom Boom?”

Yukio smiled and squealed so loud and hard his little eyes squeezed shut.

“Boom Boom!”

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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Just had a thought, for the LC Chase, what if, just for the Drama, something happens, idk what but the Chasers manage to track down Ardyn just before, like a massive daemon attack or something. Nox runs in to help, Ardyn runs after him, and in the resulting confusion, the front of Ardyn's shirt gets torn (the Hat is safe) and the Chasers can /see/ the scars and the brand. Just seeing that must be like a punch in the gut. And then having to tell Regis about it, too? Ooh, I have shivers.

Nooooo this is my lighthearted AU of an AU....

BUT HYPOTHETICALLY:

-It’s a normal day and a perfect escape until- well it isn’t. Well, for Ardyn and Nox it would be, except they aren’t too far down the road when they feel magic spike in combat, look up at the dark sky and realize that Cor and the Chasers have been caught out at night OUTSIDE A HAVEN. Ardyn and Nox can get away with that since they’re- well- ARDYN AND NOX but the team chasing them are just- mortals. Not LCs with 2k years of magic apiece to back them up and make daemons think twice before fighting them.

-They run back toward where they lost saw the Chasers, the ruins of an Imperial base that Ardyn and Nox had blown up earlier that day.

-They arrive in the middle of utter chaos. The daemon pack had formed right in the middle of the group, and Cor’s quick thinking has managed to keep everyone alive for now ... it won’t be for much longer. Not with this many daemons and how they’re already on the back foot.

-Nox charges in with a surge of magic that knocks some of the lesser daemons right off their feet even before he warps into the chaos and Ardyn curses as he chases after his nephew because this was NOT the plan, Nox wasn’t supposed to be revealed to the Chasers!

-It’s an Ostium tracker who spots them first in the confusion, even though everyone can FEEL the twin massive oceans of magic unfurling around them. The Ostium gapes as he glimpses Nox, long hair and pale skin and red eyes reflecting the light of the fire bombs he’s massacring, then Nox warps away to somewhere else in the fray and the Ostium loses track of him.

-It’s Cor who spots Ardyn.

-Because it’s Ardyn who saves Cor’s life.

-It’s dark, the lighting is iffy with only their jacket-clipped flashlights and the bombs winking into and out of existence, and Cor is Distracted™ with keeping his group alive, shouting orders, keeping track o the Ostium trackers who DO know how to fight, but don’t have magic like the Glaives or Guards and are at even more of a disadvantage. It just a simple mistake, a single, split second slip up where he diverts too much attention toward the nearest trackers and not enough toward his front.

-The goblin near Cor’s feet and the Ronin lurking in the shadows outside the main conflict strike in that instant.

-Cor registers the flare of purple light and already knows even as he raises his guard and turns that he’ll be too late, the attack is going to catch him right on the ribs-.

-By the time he turns around, Ardyn is already there, red magic crystals flaring around him.

-Ardyn, being Ardyn, being USED to tanking damage without being able to die, chooses to use his sword to cut off the goblin’s head rather than block the Ronin’s strike. Fabric tears and blood flies, an instant too late, lightning springs from Ardyn’s fingertips to send the Ronin flying.

-Ardyn turns as Cor steps closer, a shout of alarm on Cor’s lips because he KNOWS that hit landed, knows just how devastating Ronin can be-.

-The Mystery LC turns and Cor’s jacket flashlight illuminates the sight of Ardyn’s torso stitching itself rapidly back together from the diagonal strike, another death scar added to the ones already littering his exposed waist and chest.

-And- like a beacon, especially in the darkness of night, the brand draws Cor’s eye and knocked the wind out of him. Cor can only stare at the brand, barely registering anything else about Ardyn’s appearance (though he DOES, later, when looking back on the memory) beyond so-many-scars-so-MANYSCARSANDTHATBRAND-.

-A moment later, Nox registers Ardyn has taken a hit and loses his temper. The magic shockwave that follows basically annihilates what few daemons remain and drive the Chasers all to their knees, the wind knocked out of them beneath the towering RAGE of this second LC they just discovered is a Thing.

-Nox comes out of a warp at Ardyn’s side, his back to Cor, his shoulders tense and magic snapping around him like blue lightning and crystals. Ardyn looks away from Cor and smiles at his nephew, touching Nox’s head before they warp away into the night before Cor can recover his breath.

-Cor and the Chasers return to Insomnia to report to Regis that 1. there is a SECOND LC they’ve been chasing all this time (black hair, the Ostium who got the best look at Nox reports, pale skin, blood red eyes, YOUNG, maybe 14-15 at best) and 2. ... the scars. The BRAND.

-Regis listens to the reports in a Horror™. Suddenly understanding all too well the passive aggression that has been in the notes, the refusal to be caught or named. The elusiveness.

-Astrals. Astrals not just a brother but a ... a nephew perhaps? Born of the sibling clearly TORTURED by Mors? Or ... considering Cor was so certain that the man had red hair ... could the teenager be...

-Regis’s?

-Regis can’t breathe just thinking about it. About HOW his wayward brother would have found any unknown son of Regis’s. About the possibility that the boy is several years older than he looks but his growth was STUNTED because- because-

-Oh Astrals what if his father had found BOTH OF THEM.

-True, the option that the younger LC is Regis’s nephew is far more likely but- BUT. The thin chance that has entered his mind now haunts him and nothing Clarus says can shake it loose.

#SE asks #spideypoolalways asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #the Great LC Chase verse

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amnachil · 6 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 1 Part 7

Sorry for being a little late :x Hope you’ll like it :)

Liam Thursday October 12

When I imagined the tensed situation where heroes are facing the white walker, I imagined something like this... Originally, they were supposed to work on the tutorial project. However, since Monday, Rebbie and Nick were... literally in war. And it's kinda hard to work now... (Liam wasn't complaining : after all, he didn't like to work). Nick being Nick, he was playing at his gameboy, focused on it. Rebecca being Rebecca, she was crushing a pen in her fist while staring at him. Colton being Colton, he was waiting and smiling. And finally, Liam being Liam, he was there, but not really. Honestly, he was thinking about a way to defuse the situation. They were both his friends, and he didn't like to see them quarrel. According to Rebbie, Nick is a kid, without brain and who deserve a good punch in the face. But there is nothing new, he already was like this before so... what changed ? He knew it was easier to calm down the black girl, because his roommate was way too childish to be reasonned. (Liam didn't judge, himself had not that far ago the mentality of a 8yo kid). (Besides, he liked Nick, he was nice and fun, but he couldn't let him argue with Rebecca). (She was able to kill them in their sleep, for sure). He had asked the unicorns help, but they had told him some ordeal were meant to be accomplished alone.

"It was a nice meeting." eventually mumbled the black girl. "But since it's useless, I have to go. Bob is waiting me."

She stood up and left them, only saying good bye with a discreet sign. Both Liam and Colton waited until she was far away, and then turned towards Nick. This one was still playing, but he defitely glimpsed the stare, because he muttered :

"That's not my fault. She acted like a crazy psycho."

"C'mon dude. I'm sure she feels bad about it." assured Colton.

(Liam had told him everything when he had asked). (After all, he had promised to not avoid the handsome brown lad anymore, so they had to talk sometimes). (And Liam expected his new friend to be more... effective than him in order to bring these two back together). Nick didn't even raise his eyes. This stubbornness, seriously... They're acting like children.

"I think she doesn't know how to ask your perdon." whispered Liam. "She didn't mean what she said. She was exaggerating. You know that, right ?"

"I do." agreed Nick. "You know dudes, I'm not sulking or anything. I'm fine."

Colton looked at Liam, saying something like "he's in denial, can't do anything more", and they decided to let it go. Sometimes, it's better to be absent-minded, heh... (By the way, for info, when he had talked about the chlorine, it was a diversion, he did this on purpose, clear ?)

This evening, while Liam was taking a break from his training (he was watching the water for he didn't know how much time, to be honest), he glimpsed Laura heading towards him. She was something like 160 cm (5'3"), quite slim and more muscled than she looked. Roughly, the freshman estimated her at 55 kg (120 pounds). Blonde with brown eyes, she was quite pretty, with a contagious smile Liam found cute. I understand why she's with Theo. Furthermore her physics, she had a wonderful personnality, as he had seen, and every member of the club respected her. (Not only because she was the captain's girlfriend, but for her own behavior).

"Hi Liam, I wanted to talk to you." she started once closer. "Do you mind ?"

"Not at all. I'm listening."

He tried to focus on her. (He knew he had the reputation to be inattentive and dreamy, but it was false rumors). (Okay, maybe it had a bit of truth, but not that much).

"I'm worried about something, and I thought you could help me." she explained.

He nodded, waiting for more. It was unusual that someone asked his help. (Strangely, they seemed to think he needed help, but everything was fine). (Obvisouly except when he had destroyed trash cans, but please, let's skip this incident once and for all).

"You might haven't noticed because you're not really observant, but Pete gained weight recently, and I fear Theo will kick him out of the team..."

Liam frowned. Why she said I'm not observant ? I already saw that. (Honestly, it was simple, they all were in swimtrunks here, and the lower change was easily noticeable). (And yes, he wasn't really observant, but it wasn't a reason to point it out). Anyway, Theo had indeed noted Pete's gains, because Liam and him had already talked about it, but he hadn't shown any intention to exclude him. He even said the contrary... The young freshman looked towards Pete. This one was near to the captain, listening to his instructions. He wore a tight swimming trunks, obviously stretching because of a soft layer of fat. Pete had now lovehandles in addition of his pronounced gut. He was not really fat, but chubby. (Just, to Liam's personal opinion being plump wasn't a problem. He even could like a bit of belly).

"I know quite well Theo." assured Laura. "He already kicked his bestfriend and roommate out of the team for the same reason. He had a narrow view of the club, and when you're not doing enough effort, he doesn't show any pity."

"I understand that, but what am I supposed to do ?"

As she said, she knew Theo better than him, and the captain could have lied the last time they had talked about this subject. It's sad to judge people and being based on their physics... Sadly, he didn't really know what he could do.

"I thought you could talk with Pete... You're a boy, you're nice and likeable... Just speak with him, try to make him realise he's packing on the pounds, and I'm sure he will do the rest himself."

"Well, okay, I'll do this."

"She said I was nice and likeable. Do you imagine, nice and likeable ? It had been a long time that nobody said that to me except you of course."

On the line, Nate laughed. Now the start of the year gone, they phoned each other every night, after Liam's training and often before his bestfriend started a party. It was probably the moment the young freshman enjoyed the most during the day.

"It's good. I was sure it would happen... I always told you it would."

"Yeah, right. And as you said, it make me feel confident."

"Nice... Did you managed to bring back Rebecca and Nick together ?"

Liam sighed. He told everything to Nate, and this one gave him some pieces of advice, but nothing worked. Those two were too... childish. (Eventually, Rebbie just had to put her pride a side but nooooo of course it would be too easy).

"No I didn't." he confessed. "They are as stubborn as mule."

His bestfriend laughed. It was nice to know that despite his new environment, he didn't lose his joie de vivre.

"Look, I know Nick, he can be a real pain in your ass, but he's smart. He's not sulking for nothing... This hide something. Maybe you should let time, and then talk with him... alone, not with Colton."

According to Nick, Nick is not sulking you know... But people often denied their defaults. (Just, when Liam had said he wasn't absent minded, it was different, because he really wasn't absent minded, clear ?).

"Dude, did you heard me ?" asked Nate, dragging him from his thoughts.

"What ?"

"I told ya I gotta go. Gwendoline's waiting for me."

"Oh yeah. Is she your girlfriend now ?"

His bestfriend laughed.

"Not yet dude ! Maybe tomorrow, but don't worry, you'll be the first informed."

Rebecca Sunday October 15

The faster, the better. She looked towards the finishing line thoughtfully. Right now, the boys were running, and seemingly, they already had a winner. He's largely in advance. It was an university intern tournament in order to find the member of the running team they were gonna send at the Universities national's championship. Rebecca was stretching her legs, ready for her own running, while Bob, next to her, was looking around the potential opponent. She was not stressed for all that. To be honest, she was only wondered where Nick was... Not the good moment to think about this jackass.

"Hey blackie !" hailed someone. "Can we talk ?"

The young girl gave Matthew a dirty look. They barely spoke together, but they didn't get along. What the fuck he wants ? Next to her, Bob pretended to not listen, but she knew he was.

"It'll be surprising, but I've a favor to ask you." mumbled the sophomore. "You see the girl over there ?"

Rebecca followed his indication and glanced a tall white girl who was warming up. I already saw her running from time to time...

"She's my girlfriend, and she really, really wants to be part of the team for the championship... It would be good if she could end first..."

Behind the young boy, Bob opened his eyes wide, surprised. As for her, Rebecca was quite astounded by Matthew's confidence. Did he expect her to lose on purpose ?

"You're right, it's surprising." she replied. "However, there is no way I let her win dude. She can finish second and be in the team. Remember they are taking the four tops."

Matthew frowned aggressively. He wanted to say something, but Bob came closer, and the young boy just cursed angrily. He left them, and headed towards Laura. I wonder what he will say to her... The blonde girl was supporting Theo, who, despite being a swimmer, tried his luck in the tournament. (And for Rebecca's delight, he was pretty good for running too. She definitely appreciated him).

"You made the right choice." congratulated Bob. "You don't have to do any favor. You'll win because you're the fastest, and that's all."

"Yeah, I hope so." she slowly answered. "However, I wonder if I will regret this later..."

A thunderous applause resonnated in the whole stadium when she crossed the finishing line, far before her opponents. Even the presenter was stunned, completly astounished by her performance. After all, she ran faster than the best male competitor. Satisfied, she headed towards Bob, and smiled :

"What are you thinking ?"

"That you shall become a star in the university." he replied ironically. "However, as you know, I will be satisfied once sure you will participate to the Olympics. Or not, once you'll win the Olympics."

She burst into laughter. He still had his head screwed on right. And he's right... University's Championship ain't the most important. Rebecca heard the head of the sport department calling her, and joined her now teammates of running. She glanced Matthew's girlfriend. She seems happy... After all, she did not need my help to be part of the team. Next to her, the sophomore gave her a dirty look, and she sighed. I'll regret my choice, even if she finished second... Nice, I really needed that.

Later this day, at the party which followed and once the passion for the tournament gone, Rebecca finally took advantage of the buffet when Laura came to her. She was escorted by a man in sportwear, tall and hunky. What is this again ? Once they arrived, the blonde girl smiled and introduced her friend as Emilio, the male best runner, who wanted to meet the black girl. This one looked at him, quite curious and flattered. He was taller than her, maybe 190 cm (6'3"), and slim. His skin was fair brown, and he had brown eyes with a glint of marvel she found cute.

"Nice to meet you." Rebecca assured. "You were pretty good, it will be an honor to train with you."

"I should be the one saying this." he retorted with a smile. "You're amazing. No kidding."

She blushed a bit. He wasn't the first to make a compliment, but strangely, she felt more concerned by his opinion. By the way, she realised Laura had disapeared, letting them alone. Okay... Around her, she glimpsed several girls of her sorority exchanging knowing smile.

"I train at least three times a week and I never saw you before." stated Emilio, far away her thoughts. "Are you exercising in a private area ?"

"I'm just training on afternoon, while the majority of students have lessons. They adjusted my shedule for this, because I'm going after the Olympics in two years."

"The Olympics, nothing less. To my personal opinion, I'm sure you can do it."

She laughed. He was really nice. I wonder what Nick thinks about it... He never talked about her performances. Even Liam had already said she was going to make a miracle like Jesus when he walked along the water thanks to unicorn's magic. (Liam's comparison were weird and he probably didn't read the bible, but at least, she had laughed). The black girl noticed Emilio was waiting for an answer, and she felt silly. Why am I thinking about Nick right now ? He's just an asshole...

"Thanks you for your support." she responded. "Whatever, which studies are you doing ?"

"Law. I met Laura thanks to Theo. And I imagined you were doing economics."

"Yes, exactly."

He smiled cheerfully. Some girls not that far laughed. What did they planned exactly ? I don't really have time to...

"Would you like to have a drink with me ?" Emilio asked suddenly.

Rebecca stared at him, surprised. Of course I want to. It was the first time a boy asked her something like that. Her birthday was in three days so maybe it was luck ?

"Sure." she replied.

Pete Tuesday October 17

Under his eyes, with a surprising expertise, the hand slid along his stomach, and went stroke his lower belly. He shivered with pleasure and moaned. Taking advantage of the situation, a second hand pourred melted chocolate in his mouth. With a spasm, Peted swallowed the sweet liquid, ignoring the fact it was overflowing and dirtying his whole bed. The hand on his bloated stomach rubbed it faster, with a joyous talent. The freshman moaned. How have I managed to survive without this ? This is heaven on earth... He closed his eyes, totally surrended himself to Theo, and enjoyed the moment.

A knock at the door woke him up. Slowly, Pete stood up straight, and rubbed his tired eyes. Jeezus, it's only 6 in the morning... Next to him, Theo moved, still asleep. A second knock made the freshman grumble. I'm coming.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I have an emergency." whispered Mike through the door. "I have a fucking appointment in less than one hour..."

Pete walked groggily until the door, and asked :

"What's wrong ?"

He glimpsed at Theo. In the darkness of the room, it was quite impossible to see anything. At least, my roommate can't see him if I need to open this fucking door... It would be a problem if someone catched him with the swimteam captain.

"I think you failed a laundry." stated Mike. "I can't close my jeans. It shrunk !"

Surprised, Pete let an exclamation out. How could he fail a laundry ? He had two sister and a mother who taught him how to make it right. He opened the door, and looked at his roommate.

"What are you talking about ?"

"Look by yourself. It's too tight now."

As Pete said before, Mike was tall, around 190 cm (6'3"), and beefy. White, with chestnut-brown hair, he had blue eyes, and a very masculine face. He used to have a flat stomach, with a bit of definition. But when the blonde freshman looked to him, he saw a little softness which wasn't here a week ago. Did he gain weight ? I never planned this... It was nothing, and compltely unnoticeable for people who don't know Mike, but Pete noticed it anyway. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem if Mike hadn't chose to wear his tightest jeans. Dozens of questions crossed Pete's mind. Was the gain caused by the poder he sneakily put in their plates ? Did he make something bad ? However, even his roommate wasn't aware of the change. He said it's because his jeans shrunk...

"Go take another pants." he eventually mumbled. "I'll pay you back everything I damaged."

Mike nodded slowly.

"It was my favourite jeans..." he whispered. "By the way Pete, is that a boy I see in your bed ?"

The blonde lad rolled his eyes and closed the door.

Later this day, during lunch time, Pete was savouring a huge meal when he glimpsed Liam looking at him. Usually, the freshman was watching at something, but not really looking at it. However, right now, he was definitely staring at Pete, and he was doing a kind of signal with his hand. What the hell does he want ? Since this weekend, the blond swimmer came back in Theo favor. They had sex several times, often with a binge before (one was eating until his maximum, the other was drinking and taking drugs). Consequently, Pete felt happier than ever. He was confident, and at ease with his body now. Eventually, the team captain just wanted him a bit fatter, and the freshman made this wish come true. And now, I'm enjoying food way more than I did before... I'm just happy now. Lost in his mind, the lad didn't see Liam coming, and he jumped a bit when his friend took a sit.

"Hi dude. Can I talk to you for a sec ?" he asked politely.

"Of course. What's wrong ?"

The brown student scrutinized at him, thinking. He is judging my physique.

"To be honest, I'm just a bit worried." started Liam. "I mean, I'm worried about college way of life, the all-you-can-eat buffet, the pressure with the lessons, we all are stressed, and we don't have that much time for sports... "

That's weird. He was more talking to himself than to Pete, and he was avoiding eye contact. This guy. Everytime I think I know how he works, he becomes even odder.

"I fear Theo will kick me out of the team if I can't be focused into sport..." continued Liam. "You know what I mean ?"

"Well... Yeah I guess."

What is he implying exactly ? Why he talks with me about this and not Rebecca or Nick ? After all, there were his friends.

"Maybe it would be better to workout a bit more in order to keep my place in the team... I might have lose some muscle definition, don't you think ? I mean, only to fit Theo criteria."

Pete smiled. First of all, the captain's criteria was not this kind of muscled build at all, and he would definitely not kick someone out of the team because of their body. Secondly, while speaking, Liam was blushing as hell and moving in eyes in all direction but Pete's face. And finally, the brown lad didn't lose muscle definition at all. In fact, he was strongly V-shaped, and during their last training, Pete noticed a blossoming six pack. He doesn't have to worry at all.

"Dude, calm down." he laughed. "You're perfectly fine trust me, and Theo will absolutely not blame you. Besides, you're handsome."

What did I just said ? Liam frowned a bit, but seemed reassured, because he stood up and smiled prudently.

"Thank you man. I have to go for my lesson but thank you."

To be continued

We’re making slow progress !

Soon, we will meet two importants characters for the followings chapter, but I won’t say why they’re mains :p

Pete is on his way to become a nice feedee now, and much to Theo’s pleasure. Let’s hope for them everything will be alright... right ? :’)

Sooo, what do you think about Rebecca versus Nick ? What’s the real deal ? :)

See you next week for the next part !

#the college society #cs #liam #Rebecca #Pete #weight gain #stuffing #Liam you're sooo absent-minded !#Rebecca versus Nick will never end #Pete is a feedee #Theo is a feeder #chapter 1 #part 7 #My Story

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 6 years ago

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Spooky

The mission has been straight forward enough - get in, eliminate the target, get out. It was idiot proof. Or so you thought. You’d begun to learn that where Clint Barton was concerned, nothing was ever idiot proof.

Wait. That sounded cruel. But it was true. If a mission could be fucked up, Clint was at your side for it to happen. Maybe that said more about you than him? Maybe you were just a doomed partnership. He didn’t seem to have the same problems with Natasha.

Now, Eastern Europe was filled with anxiety-inducing former-Soviet-bloc horrors that honestly gave you nightmares, but being assigned to track down and eliminate a human trafficker who liked to go by Vlad Dracul made the whole thing creepier. October in Romania, Clint’s shitty-ass vampire jokes, and your own self-sabotage by being far too big a fan of the genre was not helping.

And the rest of the team had thought it was hilarious that you were tracking a vampire. Because they don’t exist, right? You laughed and played the dupe, but you weren’t so sure. All the intel on the guy made him sound disturbingly like the actual Dracula of legend. Which scared you even more. Which made Clint ride you even more. Which, when the chips were down, made the whole goddamn scene an even bigger shitshow.

Turns out vampires do exist, by the way. And you were now sporting a nice hickey from the truly-from-legend-goddamn Dracula. Clint was knocked out at your feet, apparently not Drac’s type and you were just. so. fucking. done. Weak from lack of blood, mad at your partner, and tied to some kind of freaky-ass altar, you just couldn’t even. You were praying for a cavalry. Your extraction wasn’t due for 72 hours, and you were over 100 miles from the extraction point, as near as you could figure, so you really didn’t have a lot of hope for the cavalry, but you were opportunistically praying to every god you’d ever heard of, whether you knew they existed or not, hoping someone would show up.

The walls of the crypt you were in were damp and caught the dim light from the stereotypically bleak candles in a way that emphasized exactly how spooky the whole scene was. It felt like the set of an old black and white B-movie where they’d blown the budget on the dressing the scene. Too bad you were the world’s shittiest actress. And your so-called leading man was on the ground, down for the count.

There was a hollow dripping than echoed throughout the chamber, making you wonder if there was a well nearby. And the wind howled outside, and there was an occasional flash of light followed by a loud, booming crack of thunder. If you weren’t feeling so weak, you might have been more frightened. As it was, you were dehydrated enough that no one was going to be able to scare the pee out of you if they sprung out of one of the dark corners.

You resumed your quiet muttered prayers, wishing the bastard vampire had at least shackled your hands together. But spread apart, you couldn’t even hope to break free.

“Why the fuck do they always send out unpowered teammates together? Could I get sent with Steve? Or Bucky? Or Wanda? Nooooo. Me and Clint. Every goddamn time.” You stopped praying long enough to soliloquay before starting back up. A low moan from near your feet informed you that Clint was finally rousing.

“Try praying to Thor, dumbass. He’s at least on our side,” Clint grumbled. “And we know he fucking exists.”

“Look dipshit -” you started, and then realized he was right. Thor might not hear you, but maybe Heimdal would. You hoped Asgardian hearing was supersonic because you didn’t want to risk yelling through the castle walls and alerting your captor. A clanging of metal on metal sounded from the stairs and your breath caught. Had it seriously worked? Your eyes strained in the low light, only to be disappointed by the appearance of Dracula. It must be feeding time.

“My flower, your cheeks grow wan,” he commented, brushing his hand along your face. “Soon, you will be drained, and you can join me in the afterlife.”

“I’d rather not. I have this thing about enjoying the sun. I get really bad seasonal affective disorder, so living in darkness might not work for me long-term. And I was thinking of becoming a vegetarian. Pretty sure people are off the menu if I go that lifestyle,” you rambled, nervous and frightened. He leaned down and inhaled deeply near your throat.

“The fear makes your blood so much sweeter,” he commented.

“Really? Because I would think I’m burning through my stores pretty damn fast at this point. Like, my blood sugar has to be down in my boots, and my hemoglobin, after your last drink? I’m like when your gramma thinks you’re looking chunky so she waters down the fruit punch at Auntie Donna’s birthday party. I bet Clint is way more delicious at this point,” you were starting to panic and your words were coming as fast as you could form them.

“Hey!” Clint protested from the ground. Dracula just smiled and shook his head.

“Your humour makes your sacrifice all the more determined. How could I resist such wry commentary? For eternity? No, darling, you are my chosen consort,” he laughed softly, his breath cool against your skin. You felt his lips against your neck and stiffened, bracing for the snap of teeth into your skin.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please.” The words were a rapid litany under your breath, your eyes clenched shut. “Thor, please, Thor, please, Thor -”

“He is not coming, my dark princess. No one is. Submit. Submit and this fool will be your first meal,” Dracula interrupted, kicking Clint in the ribs.

��I don’t want to eat him!” You protested weakly. “He’s my friend.”

“And not your lover?” Dracula asked, crooning an eyebrow. “A shame. It’s always sweeter when there is love between you.”

“Aww, dude. No,” Clint moaned from the floor. If you could have shrugged, you would have. He was only saying what you both felt. Lightning flashed in the room again and the thunder was just seconds behind it. In any other circumstance, you would have assumed it was Thor, but the storm had been raging for hours, and hadn’t shown any sign of letting up.

“You will still provide nourishment to your partner, despite the lack of amorous feeling,” Dracula explained, looking down at Clint. The thought of digging your teeth into your friend’s neck was enough to turn your stomach. Or at least, it would have been, if there was anything in there to turn. You’d been running on chocolate covered almonds and caffeine for half a day when you’d been caught. You doubted you had enough substance in you to even create bile to toss up.

Dracula turned back to you, and resumed the weird scenting ritual he seemed to be performing along your neck.

“Quick question?” You asked. He paused, as though waiting. “Why me? What makes me so special that you want me to rule by your side?” You asked, mocking his accent in the process. And suddenly were hit by a fit of the giggles, at the sheer ludicrousness of the whole situation.

“For a human, you are remarkably gifted,” he admitted. “And there is the concern of you wanting to eliminate me. What better way to remove my enemy than to turn her to me?”

“Okay, Clint is just way more talented than I am. Much better if you’re looking at skills. More agile, braver, definitely a better shot. Nicer physique too, I have this whole weak upper body thing going on, but check out the dude’s guns. He’s packing some serious heat, I mean, he could rival Steve almost, I think. And if you’re wanting a companion that can lure in more victims, he’s pretty cute as long as he keeps his mouth shut. You could bounce a fucking quarter off his ass and -”

“Enough!” Dracula snapped, effectively silencing you.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Clint grumbled. “Way to chuck me under the horse drawn vampire carriage.”

“I can’t help that it’s true. And this is where the whole you’re braver thing comes in. I know you’d just suck it up, pardon the pun, and being the hero and die, but I’m not brave like you. I got to where I am by being sneaky and sly and -”

“I said enough!” Dracula’s voice boomed through the room and you startled silent. Everything startled silent, it seemed, the storm finally quieting down, the wind no longer howling down the stairs. He leaned down to you again and this time drew his tongue across the bite marks he’d previously left. “When you waken, my love, you will hunger. You will thirst as you never have before. And you, and your friend will be locked down here until he is drained. And then you will join me in death’s embrace.”

His teeth grazed your neck and you could feel your heart rate accelerating, and cursed it, knowing the damn muscle would just pump you down his throat that much faster. You drew in a deep breath, and forced yourself to go to the happy place the team shrink had forced you to build after your first bad mission.

“I’m in my happy place, I’m in my happy place,” you mumbled. “I’m on a beach, and it’s sunny, and Thor and Steve are playing beach volleyball with Tony and Sam and Bucky and no one has shirts on, and there’s sweaty glistening muscles and I have a frosty, slushy drink with loads of booze in it to lower my inhibitions and OH FUCK THAT REALLY FUCKING HURTS Thor’s shorts have little hammers on them like some kind of joke, and even Loki is there and his shirt is off too and it’s like a fucking hot dude calendar filled with guys I’d totally screw and OW OW OW OW OW, happy place, happy place, happy place.” Your mind grew grey and fuzzy and you couldn’t stop yourself as you lapsed from consciousness as a huge crack of lightning lit the room.

You drowsed back into consciousness and felt a warm hand on your cheek. “Tell me more about my shorts, ástin mín.” The voice was warm, and rich and you tried to open your eyes, but the room was too bright and you flinched, closing them again. Your stomach rolled at the onslaught and you groaned and turned your head into the hand cupping your face.

“What shorts?” You asked. Your mouth was dry and your voice cracked with disuse. It was so fucking bright. You must be dead. You must be dead, and this must be heaven. Or maybe hell, because that sounded a lot like Thor and if he’d heard about his shorts and your happy place, this was your worst nightmare.

“My shorts with the hammers. And my brother, did his shorts have that cow horned helm of his?” It was Thor. And he was teasing you. You were in hell.

“Am I dead? If not, can you kill me? I would like to be dead,” you moaned.

“Is there a theme to our beach attire? Does Steve have shields, and Tony -”

“I really hadn’t got that far into the fantasy,” you turned your head away from his voice, suddenly warm with embarrassment.

“But you knew of my shorts? Does this rank me higher on the list of guys you would screw?” His teasing was gentle and there was a soft huff of laughter from him at the end of the question. You turned your head back to him and forced your eyes open enough to glare at him.

“I nearly died, Thor,” you pointed out.

“You did,” he nodded, sombrely.

“And you’re teasing me about my stupid crush on you,” you complained. He lifted the hand you hadn’t realized he was holding and kissed your palm.

“I nearly lost you, ástin mín. Forgive me for trying to forget it by teasing you.” You curled your fingers against his face and felt the rough scratch of his beard, and forced your eyes open again. There were tears at the edges of his eyes and he looked tired, and drawn.

“How did I not die?” You asked. He laughed.

“I am a god, it would seem,” he smiled.

“What?”

“I heard your prayers. We had been looking for you and Clint since you’d fallen off the grid. We’d been following your trail, but you’d disappeared. We knew we had to be somewhat close, and then I found your tracking beacon where you’d dropped it near the castle. And then I heard your voice in my head. And I could see you, as clearly as though you were in front of me,” he explained. “I wasn’t quite in time to stop him from draining you, but he didn’t feed you, and we were able to transfuse you in the quinjet. Dr. Cho thinks there may be some side effects.”

“Why?” You asked. There were so many words, and most of them boiled down to you nearly dying.

“Steve was the only blood type match on the team,” Thor explained. “I, of course, am a universal donor to all humanoid creatures. Between Steve and I, we donated nearly four full units.”

“Side effects like?”

“It’s possible you may experience some serum-induced changes,” he hedged.

“And from you?”

“You were already kona í hjarta mínu. I’m afraid if those feelings were unrequited, they no longer will be,” he explained.

“Kona -” you trailed off, as the words suddenly translated in your mind. Your eyes widened, blinding you for a moment, and you blinked and looked back at Thor.

“Eilífur elskaðir,” you murmured. “I think I can handle that.”

#i’m Sorry #I’m still learning this iPad thing and can’t get the read more to work properly

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sinfully-romione · 6 years ago

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Time Heals

Category: Greed

Description: “He knew he was a horrible, greedy git. He should’ve been more than satisfied to get any little scraps of her time, but he truly couldn’t help himself.”

Rating: T

One-shot (2275 words)

Most people underestimated Ron Weasley, but today he felt like a ruddy genius. He couldn’t take credit for the entire situation- it wasn’t like it was his idea to go and get himself near poisoned to death. Not the he might not have tried something that desperate- if he’d known how it would’ve turned out. Aside from a very sore throat and some guilt for making his family worry, being poisoned hadn’t been all that bad. Really there had been all kinds of advantages: he got to have loads of ice cream (for medicinal reasons of course), stay in bed all day, miss classes, avoid certain people…have Hermione all to himself. There, he’d went and thought it right out loud. Well, it wasn’t like he could deny it anymore, not to himself, anyway. He doubted he was doing a good job of keeping it from anyone at all, including her.

When he first woke up to find her: a red-nosed, puffy-eyed vision of pure beauty, he couldn’t quite convince himself that she was really there. But then she’d started prattling along faster than a pack of Cornish pixies after a shot of treacle, and he knew it was real He could only make out bits of what she’d said, he’d like to blame it on the after-effects of his physical trauma, but the truth was that he was just so relieved to find her looking at him and talking to him without a trace of anger that all his energy went into soaking up every last bit of it. At one point he did make out a word, it was Sorry. He froze. Hermione hated to apologize, even more than he did. For months he had fantasized about a scenario much like the one playing out in front of him: a teary Hermione throwing herself at him, begging him to forgive her for…for…for what exactly. Yeah, those birds had hurt way more than he’d like to admit, but other than that why should she be sorry? For not talking to him? Hell, he’d given her the cold shoulder for a week for a two-year-old hidden snog; could he really blame her for…well, for any of it? Guilt lodged in his throat, harder to swallow than any bezoar. Suddenly he felt the weight of wasted time. He wanted to stop her tears with the perfect words, but neither his addled brain nor his injured throat could supply them, so he did the best he could: gripping her hand, he rasped, “No…M’sorry.”

Instead of stopping her tears, this seemed to produce even more, along with sputterings of “You shouldn’t try talking just yet,” and something his rapidly beating prayed was, “I thought I’d lost you!”

It had hit him then, really, how serious it had been. Not just the poisoning, because in all honesty when you’re used to narrowly escaping death every year “mortal peril” just doesn’t pack quite the same punch anymore, but his estrangement from Hermione. They’d obviously had fights before; they’d even gone for long stretches without talking in the past, so he’d just assumed that this time would be no different. Even as the weeks stretched on, he had stubbornly held to his belief that sooner or later she would see the error of her ways. It seemed so ridiculous now, why had he been such an arse? He could’ve died without making it right. Death was not nearly as frightening to him as an eternity without Hermione.

So they had smoothed it over, on the surface, like his mum frosting a chocolate cake, careful to cover any imperfections, never scraping the layers underneath. She visited him often, more often than anyone but Pomfrey knew, but it still wasn’t quite enough. He searched for any reason to encourage her visits: asking her about her parents, his missed prefect duties, Harry’s obsessions, his missed lessons.

In classic Hermione fashion she had taken his missed school-work as her own personal mission. For a day or two he half expected her to make buttons EGG: Educating Gitty Gingers or the Weasley Education Taskforce: WET. He’d almost given himself a heart attack at the thought of a gleaming WET pin on her jumper or worse yet, a WET tshirt stretched across her chest.

Her efforts were met with a ferocity of learning the likes of which she had never seen. However, his overeagerness to curry her favor had nearly backfired on him. A week or so into their tutoring sessions she’d announced, beaming at him, “You’re doing brilliantly! You’ll be caught up in no time at all!”

Shit. That wouldn’t do-not at all. And though he couldn’t stop his chest from puffing up at her praise, he mentally began preparing for a new phase to his plan. He could not, would not, lose such a solid excuse to have her with him. So, he wasn’t proud to admit it, he began to play thick. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds either…he couldn’t be too obvious about it; he couldn’t have her thinking he was hopeless, but he began to “struggle” an appropriate amount with the new material and “forget” a little of the old. So sorry ‘Ermione, all these potions must be messing with my memory. She was so patient with him, never nagging or becoming frustrated. If he hadn’t known better, he may have thought that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

He knew he was a horrible, greedy git. He should’ve been more than satisfied to get any little scraps of her time, but he truly couldn’t help himself. He figured it would be bad enough anyway, but when you accounted for all the time he’d missed - well, he hadn’t even broken even yet.

It wasn’t just about time either; there was also proximity. At first it had been like bloody Christmas just to have her in the same room, but soon he found, again, that it wasn’t quite good enough. So again he’d taken matters into his own hands, literally moving the chair closer to his bed before she visited, every day a few precious inches closer.

But today he had a new plan-genius really. If it worked, he just might…well, he hadn’t really gotten that far yet.

Checking his watch: first for the time, then for assurance that it was working properly. Really how could the hour before she came be slower than a History of Magic lecture?! He was rewarded with the sound of her coming through the doors. He sat up straighter, clasping his hands together to keep them still.

“Hi,” she crossed, as usual, to stand at the foot of his bed.

“Hi.” Was it even possible that she could look so beautiful? For a moment he wouldn’t open his mouth, afraid that he would ask the question aloud.

“Have you eaten yet?” She held up a small bundle, “I brought you a couple of things in case you were hungry.”

“Brilliant! I did eat a while ago, but I could have a nosh in a bit.” He wasn’t about to waste time eating, not yet anyway.

“Alright. I’ll just put it over here until you’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione sat in the chair next to his bed, it was so comically close that it must have been difficult to maneuver. She did not, however, make any attempt to move it away even though her shoulder was actually brushing up against his arm.

“I thought we’d start with Potions if that’s alright,” she looked at him hesitantly, “that’s the longest.”

“That’s great!” her quizzical look made him internally reprimand himself: Damnit! Excited for Potions?! That’s not a dead giveaway…nooooo…not all!“But..ummm…I don’t have my book.”

“You don’t? What happened to it?”

“Not sure. Harry mustive grabbed it by mistake when he was here earlier. You know how rattled he is lately.” At least that last part’s not complete rubbish.

“No bother.. We can just share mine.”

She brought the textbook out of her bag, placing it on the side of the bed next to his hip, “Hmmm..that’s not a good angle for you, now is it?”

Ron shook his head in mock sadness, “Not really.” Hermione looked puzzled, trying to find a solution, one that he had sussed out days ago, “What if you, well, you could comeuphere.” He slid to the right and patted the mattress beside him.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was soft and hesitant, and he thought about abandoning his plan for a second, “I don’t want to hurt you.” Hurt him? She was killing him, but he bloody loved it!

“Doubt very seriously that you can take me out when poison, giant spiders, and death eaters couldn’t finish the job.”

“Or the twins.”

The laughter broke from them both, easing the awkwardness as she climbed onto the bed beside him. Over the last week he had cursed the narrowness of it many times, but now he lifted praises to whatever genius had designed them. Honestly, his plan could not have worked better, he thought.

Here they were together, her right side deliciously, agonizingly pressed into his left side. Nothing between them but a couple of thin layers of clothing. He could feel her hair tickle the top of his arm, right where the sleeve ended. When she opened the book and placed in on their adjacent laps may as well be one lap, a singular lap her fingers brushed the top of his outer thigh. It was perfect. She was as close to him as was altogether decent, he had her sole attention, there were no interruptions: it was everything he had wanted. Inwardly he relished in the moment, careful not to sigh contentedly aloud.

Now he could just sit back and learn the lesson at hand not too quickly, of course. All he had to do was focus on the points in the text that Hermione was talking about. Yep…just focus. Hermione shifted the tiniest bit and her knee her very naked knee peeked out from under her skirt and burrowed itself just above his. Must be too warm for tights…that must mean…he chanced a peek over the top of the book to confirm his hypothesis: she had indeed slipped off her shoes, leaving her bare feet mere inches from his own.

Suddenly that tiny space between them seemed unbearable. Just a minute ago he had been completely satisfied, but now…he wanted…more. He knew a sudden move would never do, he had to be smart about this. Distraction, that could work.

“So..umm…the Boomslang skin…do you chop it or shred it?”

“That’s actually a great question,” she furrowed her brow and pointed to a spot in the text, “it actually depends on exactly how long you want the potion to last. Shredding it allows for a quicker absorption and therefore it dissipates in the system quicker. Chopping means it is slower to take effect, but longer-lasting.”

Her answer was very thorough, but he heard very little of it. The entirety of his cognitive processes were concentrated on moving his left foot slowly, almost imperceptibly across the cool cotton blanket until it rested just beside, barely touching her own.

“Fascinating,” he hoped his voice sounded much more steady and convincing to her ears than it did to his own. It must have because she gave him a warm smile, giving no hint of pulling away.

“You have to be careful though, when you shred it,” she turned her right hand palm up on top of the book, “it’s very prickly.”

In the middle of her palm, he could just make out three tiny red marks. Laying his side of the book down, he took her hand in both of his. Before any logic could interfere he’d brought the wound close to his face to investigate. Her quick intake of breath stopped him from proceeding with whatever automatic action his body had initiated.

“Does it hurt?” Still holding her hand, he strove to show her the genuineness of his concern for her.

“A little,” she was blinking in that way that meant she was trying not to cry, and he knew that they were talking about something so much more than a classroom mishap. He cursed himself inwardly, fearing that he’d pushed his luck too far when she added softly, “but not as much as it did before.”

“That’s good,” he was relieved to see her smile at him, “just wish I could do something to make it better…especially after all you’ve done to help me.”

“Well I guess there’s no better place for me to be than right here is there?”

He nodded sagely, “There’s not…you should stay as long as possible…just to be safe.” It was a lie, perhaps not as innocent as he wanted to believe; it was anything but safe to have her so close.

“Well, if you think that’s best.”

Hours later, when Madame Pomfrey had forcibly herded Hermione out the door to avoid missing curfew, Ron sat, left still tingling from her touch, smiling like a lunatic. He felt full to the brim with her company, but also oddly empty from her absence. Would there ever be a time when he didn’t crave one more minute? One more smile? One more laugh? One more touch? He wasn’t sure, but somehow he doubted it. With a sigh, he pulled the blankets up already anticipating tomorrow’s visit. Ron Weasley had a brilliant night’s rest, despite the textbook size lump protruding from beneath his mattress.

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11. Love Drunk

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The sun slowly set behind the buildings in Konoha, bathing everything in a warm glow. Kakashi strolled the streets, hands in his pockets and a tired look in his eyes. He just wanted to go home and spend the night in bed with a good book, but then again, these days when did he not? He felt as if he scarcely had the energy to do anything other than work and even then, his energy was quickly draining.

His heart ached as he passed Kaminoki, the “closed” sign hanging from the window. He peered inside anyways, at all the shelves and the scrolls on the walls and the bare counter, thinking of the days when he’d visit frequently. Now he barely stepped foot inside. The longer he peered, the more his mind began to wander until he envisioned daylight filtering through the room, customers wandering about, and a gangly ninja restocking shelves. Time had passed far quicker than he ever imagined it could. He still couldn’t shake the image of Rei, his childhood friend, now a strong and capable member of the ANBU. The look on her face when she laid in his lap, blood seeping out of her wounds. And if I have to die, at least I’ll die nobly. I’ll die proud. I’ll die a ninja.

He must have stood there daydreaming for far longer than he thought, for when he turned around the sky had turned completely dark and the streetlights overhead flickered. He didn’t want to think about her anymore. He didn’t want to see her, feel her, bother with her. It was far too painful. She was a very small detail of a part of his life that had long since died. There was no use robbing graves of their bones.

As he headed back to his apartment, his eyes landed upon a lowly lounge with a small sign propped up outside on an easel advertising a deal on sake. He paused a moment, staring at the minimalist entry, contemplating. He really wasn’t much of a drinker but at this point, he wasn’t sure he cared. He was tired and there was nothing else to do and alcohol would at least take the edge off. He kicked at the ground, sighed, and slowly walked inside.

The place wasn’t too packed, except for a couple groups of young shinobi and drifters seated at tables against the far wall. He didn’t pay much attention to them, sliding onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink. Smooth jazz played in the background. The bartender slid him his drink and stopped to watch him a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if the ninja would take his mask off for his sake. Kakashi swirled the liquid around, watching it slosh against the sides of its container, and rested his chin in his hands.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this all alone, huh?” the bartender asked, slapping his bar towel over his shoulder and leaning forward.

Kakashi chuckled softly and shook his head. “Just decided to wander in for a minute” he replied.

“Well, take your time. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, but we close at 2” the bartender said.

“That’s alright” Kakashi said quietly. “I don’t plan on staying that long.” The bartender nodded and returned to cleaning the rest of the dirty glasses. The light directly above his head flickered, a fly whizzing around under the glass lampshade. Kakashi looked down at his reflection in the sake, staring at his eye and his headband and his hair and his mask. His mind wandered from one thing to the other with no real pattern or purpose. What was he doing? Why did he even decide to step foot in a place like this? It was so unlike him. But then again, he was so unlike himself. It wasn’t until Rei came along, reunited after so many years, that he realized how unfamiliar he was to himself compared to who he once was. But maybe that was just life. Maybe it was human nature to grow cynical and detached as you got older. After all, wonder and light only last for so long before cruel reality snuffs them out. There was no such thing as happiness in adulthood.

Sighing, Kakashi reached up to pull down his mask and take a swig of his drink but was immediately interrupted by a shriek at the other end of the room. Startled, he spilled his drink into his lap with widened eyes.

“Who do you think you’re calling an idiot?!” a voice drunkenly shouted. A chill ran down Kakashi’s spine. He knew that voice. No, this could not be happening. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away.

“There’s only one idiot in this room” another voice, a man, slurred back in response.

“Yeah, and who would that be?” the first person replied, pinning her hands to her hips and eyeing the man.

“You!” the man shouted, bursting out into maniacal laughter. The first person huffed, shoulders dropping, before groaning and screeching a battle cry.

“You elitist—” she began, slamming him with a barrage of curse words and insults that dare not to be repeated. “You take everything back or else you’ll feel my—hic—wrath!”

“Your wrath?” the man laughed, sloshing his drink around in his hand. “Is that a threat?”

The young woman climbed across the table, sticking her face real close and staring at him with narrowed eyes. “That’s a promise” she snarled. The man stared at her for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he replied, cupping her cheek with his hand and pulling her close so that his breath, ripe with the stink of alcohol, was hot against her lips. “What’s the worst you can do to me? You’re, what? 150? 155?”

Clenching her jaw, the young woman growled and prepared to throw the first punch until— “Alright, you two, let’s just try to calm down” a voice interrupted. The young woman looked up to find the blurry figure of a man, tall with white hair and a mask covering most of his face. Kakashi really didn’t want to get involved, but he had no choice now. The woman blinked at him, her bangs covering one eye, before glaring.

“And what do you want?” she asked drunkenly, poking him in the chest. “What’s a guy like you doing stepping into a fight like this?”

Her date gripped her chin and forced him to look at her. “You know this guy?” he asked angrily.

Kakashi raised his hands in surrender. “Now, listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” He knew he shouldn’t have stepped in. The woman ignored his words.

“This guy! Oh yeah, I know all about this guy” she said, breaking free of the man’s grasp. She crawled back across the table and slumped down into her seat, taking another swig of her drink. “I’ve known this guy for years and he doesn’t even so much as send me a get well card! I was in the hospital for, like, three million days and he didn’t even do nothing! I thought him and I were friends! But nooooo, he has to go and start…ignoring me like he’s better than me!” she explained, stumbling over her words. Then, turning back to Kakashi, she added with a waving point of her finger, “Well, guess what? I’m just as good as you, Mr. Hatake! So good, in fact, that I got elected to AN—”

Kakashi leapt forward and cupped his hand over her mouth before she could finish. ANBU was a secretive organization, and he didn’t need her drunk ass running around announcing her membership to the whole world. A sudden, terrible thought then crossed his mind: how many drunken nights had she spent so far revealing her affiliation? He wondered if the village council knew what she was doing, if they feared this would happen from the start.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, standing up. “Don’t you put your hands on her!” he shouted in accusation. The young woman struggled in his grip. Kakashi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And what are you to her?” he asked. The man blinked a few times. Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “Do you even know her name?” Again, the man remained silent. “Just as I suspected.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you to her! Why should I let you put your hands on her like that?” the man asked, getting up in Kakashi’s face. The young woman grunted and broke free of his grip.

“Hey, both of you! Shut up!” she shouted, plopping back down in her seat and crossing her arms. “Listen here, Kakashi, I don’t need you s-swoopin’ in and making a mess of my perfectly pff-pff-pleasant night, understand? I’m a big girl now! I can handle things myself!”

Kakashi sighed and stepped down from the fight. She was right. Why was he even interjecting himself into her business anyway? It was as if his body acted on its own accord. “You’re right. I’m sorry to have interrupted” he replied quietly. As he turned back to his place at the bar, however, he leaned over and murmured to the man, “By the way, she does in fact have a name and it’s Rei.” The man blinked a few times, as if the information was presented in an effort to insult his intelligence. Rei’s eyes widened, watching Kakashi depart. The copy ninja slid some money across the bar and slipped outside without another word. Rei fell back into her seat and huffed, her bangs flying upward.

“Who even was that guy? An ex-boyfriend?” the man asked. Rei rolled her eyes.

“It would take me all night to explain who Kakashi is” she slurred.

The moment he stepped outside, Kakashi stopped and questioned whether he really should’ve left her alone. But she was right, she was a big girl now. She could handle herself. She was an ANBU for Christ’s sake. She didn’t need him protecting her anymore. Not that he did a stellar job of that anyways. He looked up at the moon and the clouds overhead. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the building. Something in his chest told him to go back inside, to rescue her anyways, but he refused. Was he really the kind of person that just abandoned his principles like that? He hoped not.

Again, however, Rei became unavoidable. Just as Kakashi was finally ready to walk home, there was the crash of breaking glass inside the bar and shrieks of panic and shock. Kakashi immediately entered danger mode, bursting back inside to find Rei swaying to and fro with a chair high above her head. The man she was with was on the ground, his nose bleeding.

“How dare you try to cop a feel, you pig!” she shouted, trying to swing the chair down to strike him. The other guests rushed to the other end of the bar, some even exiting.

“Hey, none of that! Not in my establishment!” the bartender shouted. “If you wanna fight, you take things outside!”

Of course she was starting a riot. Kakashi sighed, rubbed his temples, and swooped in to fight. In a matter of seconds, he had Rei captured. “You know, I’m actually pretty disappointed in you” he murmured as she struggled in his grip. “I thought you knew better than to start wars with other people.”

“Kakashi, get off me r-right now!” she shouted. The rest of the guests in the bar watched in awe as he tied her up with his own chakra and swung her over his shoulder squirming.

“Sorry about the chaos” he apologized to the bartender. “I’ll pay for the damages.”

“It’s quite alright” the bartender replied tiredly. “Just get her out of here.” Kakashi nodded, slipping through the exit.

Once outside, he dropped her down onto the ground and released her. A part of him expected her to run but she didn’t. She just glared up at him like a teenager caught smoking behind the bleachers. “Where do you get off trying to save me like that?”

“Just doing my good deed for the day is all” Kakashi replied with a smile. Rei rolled her eyes, forcing herself up off the ground.

“Listen, Hatake, I told you before a-and I’ll say it again: I don’t need you swooping in and s-saving me all the time” she complained.

Kakashi nodded, his hands on his hips. “Alrighty then, so I’m guessing you can find your way home yourself.” And with that, he began to walk away.

Rei watched him drunkenly, rolling her eyes as she started off in the opposite direction. She felt like the entire earth was rocking beneath her feet. Everything was blurry and slow.

This was insane. What was he doing? Kakashi did the math in his head, trying to figure out how enough time could’ve possibly passed for her to be drinking in the first place. He hated how awkward he felt around her now, a ghost from his past progressing through a life of her own. Again, something inside his chest tugged. He peered over his shoulder to look back at her, stumbling down the street. Was she really coherent enough to walk home on her own? He thought of the sketchy people that wandered the streets late at night, and what they would do to a girl in her state. He watched for a moment longer as she cupped her hand over her mouth, stumbled toward a bush, and vomited violently. And then her eyes grew heavy and she fell against the wall, sliding toward the ground. He was by her side in a flash, shaking his head before hoisting her up onto his back and carrying her home.

She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip and he prayed she wouldn’t throw up on him. And then she sighed, and began mumbling trying to get his attention, “Hey…’Kashi…?” she asked. He indicated that he was listening. “Guess what…?”

“What?”

“Someday…I’m gonna be a suuuupppeerrrrr strong ninjaaaaaa….and there’s nothing youuuuu can do about iiiiitttt” she muttered in sing-song, her one arm falling down across his chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think so?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, I’d hate to burst your bubble, but I think it’s important to let you know that you’re already a ninja, Rei.”

The kunoichi laughed tiredly, replying “Seeeeee??? I told youuuu…easy peeeeaassssyyy..” Despite the utter nonsense that she continued to ramble about, he couldn’t help but begin thinking. He had been absent from her life for so long, and she had changed so much. There were so many things he didn’t know about her now: how her training went, who her friends were, if her parents and grandmother were doing alright, if she ever had a first date, a first boyfriend, a first kiss. He didn’t even know where she lived, which proved perhaps the most imminent piece of necessary information. He turned to ask her but by then, she was completely passed out and he didn’t dare wake her up. She probably couldn’t even remember her address, anyway. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to do this, but it seemed he had no choice. He walked slowly toward the dormitories where ninja otherwise homeless lived, trudged up the stairs, and unlocked the door to his apartment.

Kakashi’s place was small, just a single room with a communal bathroom down the hall and a kitchen on the lower levels. It wasn’t perfect, but for a single man who was barely even home, it was good enough. He pried Rei off of his back and laid her down on the bed, dragging the trash can beside her in case she needed to vomit again. And then, like a child, he tucked her in and got himself situated on the floor.

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly, but to no avail. Every little sound, every creak of the floor and slam of a door, had him on edge. And all he could think about was how Rei was asleep in his bed. This was absolutely crazy. His head was spinning with all of these thoughts of when they were kids, of how close they were, of how he felt about her and then of their years of distance, of her heartbreak, and now her strength and accomplishment. He could hear her shallow breathing, her sighing, the creaking of the mattress as she rolled over. His heart raced.

No matter what he tried, he kept tossing and turning unable to get her out of his head. He sat up and squinted at the clock. 3:24am. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting over to Rei fast asleep. For a moment, he didn’t even recognize her. God, how had she grown up so fast? How had the time already passed so quickly? He had been absent for so much of it. He thought of what could’ve been—coming home to her waiting for him, showing her everything he had learned, telling her about all the missions he had gone on, training with her and competing with her to be the best that they could be. His stomach churned. She murmured something in her sleep and he crept closer to make sure she was alright. Her brows furrowed as if she was having a nightmare and he was almost tempted to try and comfort her back to peace. His hands grew unsteady being this close to her in the quiet and the darkness. Something strange and uncomfortable began to form in the pit of his chest, almost familiar feelings from a hazy childhood dream. He willed them away but was unsuccessful—they wouldn’t budge. He was stuck with them now. He laid back down and tried to comprehend it, figure out what exactly it was, but was unsuccessful. All he knew for certain was that she was here and it was his fault and he was terrified and unsure and that there was no way around it now: she was back in his life and unavoidable.

Did he even want her in his life again? He wasn’t sure. Did she even want him back in her life? Again, not sure. But somehow fate and the hokage and skill and talent had all shoved them back together. What did this mean for them? Were they supposed to try and rekindle what they once had? Kakashi didn’t think he could do it. He couldn’t stand to let anyone else close again. He couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So then why the hell did he even do this? He couldn’t find a definitive answer. This was so unlike him, or was it just like him? The ponderings on his own identity crept back. It was as if his body had acted on its own accord, walking after her and scooping her up and bringing her back home. He couldn’t comprehend it. This was simultaneously the best and worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

Come morning, Rei groaned awake, her head pounding and her vision blurry. What even happened last night? She scanned the room, something feeling off. It took all of two seconds for it to hit her: she was in someone else’s apartment. Her mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, looking for clues as to who might’ve kidnapped her and reaching down to make sure her underwear was still on. She knew she never should’ve gone out drinking in the first place. God, the hokage would be so pissed. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, rubbed her eyes, looked around. There was a chest in the corner, a desk against the other wall. A tall bookshelf loomed overhead. Behind her sat an alarm clock and a framed photograph.

Rei was the only person in the room, meaning she could just as easily sneak out without anyone trying to stop her. It was her only hope. She did not want to confront the situation. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up unbalanced, forced the window open, tried to slip outside. She would’ve managed it, too, had she not been hungover. Instead, her head was spinning and her stomach was upside down and it was so bright outside and holy shit, wait a second, was this her apartment building? And then, just as she had one foot out the window, the door creaked open. Her captor had returned. A wave of terror rushed over her as she grabbed a kunai from the nightstand and launched it at the door, hoping to maybe blind her kidnapper. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t see straight and her aim was off and this guy was skilled enough to catch the knife mid-air anyway.

“I thought we did our killing after breakfast” he commented, tossing the kunai onto his desk. He had a tray of food in one hand, approaching slowly. He eyed her up and down for a moment and then cocked a brow, adding, “A little ambitious for a hangover, aren’t we?” Rei suddenly realized she was still straddling the windowsill, and not only that but her pants were off in front of none other than Kakashi Hatake. She swung her leg back over the edge and took a seat on the bed, gathering the blanket around her waist to cover herself.

“Alright, Kakashi, cut the crap. What kind of sick joke is this? What’s going on, and where am I? And for the love of all that is holy, where the hell are my pants?” she asked. Kakashi set the tray down beside her and took a seat. He looked at her a moment before sucking in a deep breath and explaining everything that had happened the night before, or at least what he was aware of. The more he spoke, the more Rei felt as if she was going to implode upon herself. Now she really knew she never should’ve gone out drinking. All she wanted was to loosen up and relax after a long day but instead she just ended up with even more problems.

Once Kakashi had finished his explanation, Rei nodded slowly, unsure of what else to say. She eyed an orange on the tray, unsure if this food was for just Kakashi or if he intended to share. He pushed the tray closer to her in a silent answer. She nodded once and began peeling the orange slowly, really digging her fingers into it. It was the only thing she knew to do to suppress her current discomfort and anxiety. Kakashi tried not to stare at her for fear of making her even more uncomfortable than she clearly already was. This was such a mistake, but then again, wouldn’t it have been worse leaving her to fend for herself? Putting her at risk of waking up in the bed of an unkind stranger, if she even woke up at all? A shiver ran down his spine. Their hazy pasts loomed over their heads.

Before anything more could be thought or said, there was a knock at the door. Kakashi’s eyes widened. Shit. How could he have forgotten? Rei looked to him frantically but before she could say anything, he was urging her under the bed. She didn’t know what was going on but her heart was pounding and she was terrified of who may be stopping by this early in the morning. Kakashi looked at her apologetically before rising and answering the door.

“Kakashi! There you are. For a moment I thought maybe you were sleeping in” a deep voice answered. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be, could it?

“No, just getting ready to head out, actually” Kakashi replied.

“Well, good because if you haven’t forgotten, today is the day I beat you” the man replied. Rei scooted toward the edge of the bed for a better look. All she could see past the door, however, was a thumbs up from their mystery guest.

“Oh? Was that this morning?” Kakashi asked. The man nodded. “I completely forgot” the copy ninja feigned ignorance. “Guy, do you think we could do this another day?” Just as Rei suspected. She knew that voice and aggravating enthusiasm anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Kakashi? You afraid you won’t measure up to me?” Guy offered, flashing a grin.

“I suppose you could say that” Kakashi replied after a moment of silence. “Listen, today isn’t exactly the best day to do this. I kind of have to be somewhere.”

“Oh?” Guy asked. There was something suspicious going on here, he could just smell it. He peered into the room, eyes landing on the tray of food. Guy had never actually seen Kakashi eat, so that was questionable enough. But then his eyes wandered and landed on a pair of pants on the floor, far too small to possibly be Kakashi’s. A sly grin spread across Guy’s face. Kakashi followed his eyes slowly to the garment, a surge of panic coursing through him. “Say no more, my friend! I know exactly what’s going on here” Guy then said.

“W-what?” Kakashi stammered. “Wait a second, no, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me! I understand, a man has needs” Guy continued, slapping his hand to Kakashi’s shoulder proudly. “There’s no shame in indulging a little bit from time to time! I knew this day would come eventually, anyway. Those books of yours can only really do so much to satisfy a man’s needs.”

By now, Kakashi’s face was turning bright red underneath his mask. This was not the route he wanted things go down this morning but now his mind couldn’t stop. Vivid scenes from those Makeout Paradise books began flashing through his head, superimposed with Rei in the role of the female lead. The entire scene played out in his head, Rei falling to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her shirt, pleading with him, “I’m losing you and in doing so, I am lost!” By the time his mind reached the dirtiest of places, he knew this needed to end.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Guy! Let me know how that new team of yours works out! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Kakashi rambled, shoving the man further into the hallway and slamming the door. The minute he was gone, Kakashi sunk onto the bed and rested his forehead in his hand with a sigh.

“Jeez, didn’t know you and Guy still kept in touch” Rei suddenly said, peeking her head out from under the bed. Kakashi startled, his face burning. He didn’t think he could look at her now. Not after those insane Makeout Paradise visions. She inched her way out from under the bed completely, sitting up with her back against the bed, and smoothed her hair down. “So, uh, what’s that important thing you need to go do today?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Important thing?” he asked, confused. Then, nodding, he replied, “Oh, I don’t actually have anything particularly important to do today. I only said that so Guy wouldn’t try to challenge me again.”

Rei nodded slowly, understanding. He and Guy always did have a bit of a rivalry, even if it was fabricated. She remembered when they were young, and Guy was so desperate to prove he was good enough. Apparently some things really never do change. After a few more awkward moments of silence, Rei glanced to the clock on the bookshelf. Almost 9am.

“Well, I guess I better start heading home. Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with my hungover ass all day” she commented, forcing herself up. Her balance was still off, however, and Kakashi rushed to her side to steady her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but she nodded, assuring him she’d be fine. “Can you make it back alright yourself?” he asked. He didn’t know how far away she lived, but he didn’t particularly want her stumbling down the streets and puking in trash cans all over the village.

“Kakashi, I promise, I’ll be fine” she insisted. “I’m a big girl now, I can handle things myself.” Kakashi’s mind flickered back to the night before, when she said that very same thing to him at the bar. He wondered how often she had to say that, or if she’s just had it rehearsed in the event of this very particular set of circumstances.

“At least let me walk you to the door” he urged as she slipped her pants back on. Though it was unnecessary, she couldn’t say no to him a third time. She stood back up and together they exited his apartment, but he paused a moment when he noticed her walking down the hall in the complete opposite direction of the stairs. Maybe she was too hungover still to fully understand the direction of things, but then she pulled out a key and unlocked a door down the hall. His jaw dropped, watching with wide, confused eyes as she bid him goodbye and slipped inside.

So she lived a few doors down, and was part of ANBU now. As Kakashi entered back into his own apartment, he pressed his forehead against the wall and sighed. It was official. He was done for. Now she was really unavoidable.

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction #ramblings

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My only god is the sea (Shalaska) - Catrina

A/N: Guess who’s back back back back again? Me, and my Shalaska shit! Because one wasn’t enough… I wrote this really fast on a punch of inspiration and is highly based on one of my favorite songs: Sun by Two Door Cinema Club, which I really recommend. Weird fact: the title is taken from another song of Two Door Cinema Club called Sleep Alone. IF YOU LIKED IT please please please tell me! I really love hearing your opinions. Thanks for reading!

Summary: During a trip, Alaska realizes she’s in love with her roommate and best friend, Sharon.

“It’s just a couple of days, right?” Sharon asks again, her eyes glued to the magazine in her lap as she sits with bent legs over the bed.

Alaska stares at her for a second before leaning to take the last pair of shoes she needs to pack from the floor, carrying them to the other side of the room to her suitcase. “Yeah” is the only response she gives.

“And are you excited because Mr. Handsome wants you to take this case?” her friend’s lips curl into a smile, looking up at her.

Every time Sharon jokes about her boss, she tries her best to laugh, even when she’s annoyed out of her mind. Since Alaska mentioned how pretty her boss’ hair was Sharon took that as a beginning of a crush, naming him Mr. Handsome to mock her as much as she could.

Alaska wishes Sharon knew how wrong she is; she’s not interested in her boss. She thinks she isn’t even interested in men since she has never loved one, but her mixed feelings are too weird to explain. Alaska knows is better to shut the fuck up and just ignore the jokes.

“Stop!” she chuckles. “I’m going for work only. This is a very good chance for me to grow in the company”

Sharon’s playful eyes make her know she doesn’t believe it. “And get laid! Mr. Handsome is going with you, isn’t he?”

“I’m going for work” she repeats slowly. Her friends rolls her eyes and nods.

“Yeah, I said that every time I went to the supermarket to ‘buy more paint’ when actually I was just to see Phi Phi, and now look at us!”

Alaska sighs deeply, focusing on closing the zipper of her suitcase so she doesn’t have to listen to Sharon speaking of her girlfriend. The fact that she’s happily taken with a cut throat brunette makes her squirm uncomfortably because she doesn’t like Phi Phi and she knows Phi Phi isn’t a great fan of hers neither. They’re both constantly fighting for Sharon’s attention, which makes Alaska wonder why is the idea of sharing it so annoying.

She shrugs, moving the suitcase from the bed down to the floor so there’s room for her body. “I’ll sleep now, it’s late and tomorrow I’ll leave early”

“Sure, I’ll leave you alone” Sharon takes her magazine, gracefully standing up from Alaska’s bed. “How early?”

“At seven. Why?”

“To set my alarm. Do you think I’m gonna let you go without saying bye?” she tilts her head, grinning. Her sweet tone is music for Alaska’s ears, who only can smile and accept her proposal. “Goodnight, Lask”

Sharon leaves to go to her own room, and her perfume stays in the air all night.

the roads I knew

became a city

and I wonder

will you wait for me?

Alaska knows Sharon is stubborn and that she never losses a fight, so when she asked if she could go to the airport with her the next morning, she said yes immediately. In the middle of a footling chat, they waited until it was time for Alaska to approach the plane.

“Cerrone and I are gonna miss you” Sharon assures, hugging her tightly. “And don’t worry, I already took note of the days I have to water your plants. I got you covered”

She winks and Alaska can’t help but giggling. Even when she would never admit, the fact that she can spend some time away from Sharon turns out being great; she needs to think of her feelings on the other girl, and there seems to be any better way to do it than being alone.

“Thanks. I’ll call you once I’m in the hotel” she promises.

They check Alaska’s list of things she should be carrying and her papers —including her plane ticket and a map of the city she’s going to— before the blonde walks away.

There’s a feeling telling her to look back before stepping on the plane. What she sees when she does is the best she would’ve wanted to see; Sharon is smiling, eagerly waving at her and mouthing ’good luck’.

Alaska’s heart jumps in joy as she smiles and waves back.

With a sigh, Alaska carries her suitcase inside the hotel room she’s designed to. It’s small yet pretty, and she wonders what would Sharon think of it. She makes a mental note to send her a picture of the place later as she places her stuff next to the bed and lays to rest a little.

Instead of sleeping, which she needs more than anything right now, she pulls her phone out her pocket and texts her mother, her cousin Trixie and Sharon. The three of them reply almost immediately, but Alaska only opens Sharon’s texts.

[From: Noodles]

I’m happy you got there well Lask <3

How is Los Angeles treating you?

[From: Alaska]

It’s pretty, I kinda love this place. I should stay here forever lol

[From: Noodles]

Nooooo!! If you do I’d miss you so fucking much! :(

though I’m far away

I know I’d stay, I know I’d stay right there with you

Alaska tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she types in answer.

[From: Alaska]

Well, I can change my mind if you ask nicely!

[From: Noodles]

You better stay here because otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to sneak into your suitcase and follow you everywhere !

Someone knocked the door and I thought it was the pizza but it’s actually Phi Phi :( I’m hungry

Sorry Lask, I gotta go. We talk later? <3

Have fun in LA !!

(but not so much fun without me!)

(jk have a lot ot fun!)

The only thing Alaska can do is delete the text she was already typing and sigh with disappointment. Her mind can only focus on imagining what Sharon and Phi Phi might be doing, her heart aching with jesouly at every possible answer.

it might be too late

what would you see?

what would you say?

what would you do?

The days in Los Angeles are short and boring, in the office and out of it. Alaska thought working there would be the best of her career, but there isn’t much besides a beach and streets that although are crowded, Alaska feels they’re just full of nameless faces.

She misses Sharon. Her voice, her presence, her eyes, her food, her laugh; she misses everything she’s used to have a home. And when Alaska realizes that when she says home she isn’t refering at her apartment but at Sharon, she’s scared. She feels confused being alone and angst eats her chest every time she stops to analyze it.

This is not normal, she thinks. Something is happening to me.

Earlier, Alaska had taken advantage of her free day all she wanted, drinking vodka in her room and watching Golden Girls until she realized she was a little bit drunk and lamenting about her life on a Friday night.

Trying to get any negative idea out of her mind, she takes the vodka bottle and storms out of the hotel. She rushes to the beach, enjoying the beautiful sunset Los Angeles gives in the way.

She walks with no destination until she reaches a point in the beach where there isn’t a lot of people. Sitting on the sand, she hugs her legs and rests her chin on her knee.

we fell like rain

got lost into the sea

if I don’t know

the wind will carry me

The weather these days have been changing from sunny to sometimes cloudy, and now Alaska is happy the sky is grey and the wind softly blows her hair and the mist helps to dismiss the few people in the distance. It calms her down, but even then Sharon stays in her thoughts. Alaska knows it’s where she belongs.

I’ve run

I’ve waited for the rain to come

Alaska finishes the vodka bottle as she stares at the sea for what seems an eternity. It’s blue, deep and beautiful, and under the spell of alcohol it seems to move magically.

Suddenly, a figure appears by the seashore, making Alaska frown. Her eyes are attracted at the mysterious body moving towards her spot, putting her hands on the sand to push herself up in any moment by pure instinct.

The very known face of a woman takes place on the figure, making Alaska lose her breathing.

when through that mist

I see the shape of you

“Sharon?” she asks, squinting her eyes in an attempt to look better.

I know, I know

that I’m in love with you

The figure with Sharon’s image smiles a second before it disappears into the air, blending with the mist.

#alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #phi phi o'hara #shalaska #cisgirl au #angst #lesbian au #catrina #rpdr fanfiction

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To: @multiple-non-alcoholic-dogs From: @unnoticed-and-necesssary Happy Holidays! I adored the prompt you sent. Writing Gon and Killua being “fun and goofy best friends” is always super enjoyable. I like to think they always have the most fun when they’re together, even when they’re supposed to be working a job. Hope you enjoy! ————-

When they pause to regain their bearings, Gon shrugs out of his hooded jacket. Relief comes as soon as it’s off. Cool air finds bared arms, dropping the over-heated temperature of his skin, and Gon sighs in satisfaction as he ties the sleeves of the jacket around his waist. It’s not that it’s warm out, but the long hike up through the mountains had been more than enough to get Gon’s blood pumping. Even Killua, who is undoubtedly more cool-natured than Gon, has pushed long sleeves up to his elbows while he surveys the map.

Gon steps up beside him, taking in the view. The area around the mountains is heavily wooded – mostly with tall, strong evergreens. Stretched out below the high edge they stand on is a sea of deep emerald, made a little hazy by a thin fog hanging around the treetops. Gon breathes in deep the sharp scent of pine needles and the brisk, damp air. There’s running water somewhere, too, that he can hear – some nearby brook or creek.

“It’s beautiful up here,” he comments.

He hears Killua make a small, acknowledging hum and looks over in time to see his partner lift his gaze from the map. Lips curl into a small smile and then blue eyes glance over towards him.

“It is,” Killua agrees before his eyes drop back down.

“Are we close, you think?” Gon asks, leaning in to glance at the map, then back up at the land before them.

“Mmm… We should be. I think the town is somewhere…”

Killua trails off, trying to pinpoint a location. Gon, eyes on the trees ahead of them, takes another deep breath in. This time, under the pine needles and the various scents coming off of his boyfriend and their supplies, Gon can smell something else – something heavier, warmer.

Smoke, he realizes, just as he spies a long thin plume of it in the distance, dancing up from the trees like a ribbon in the wind. “There,” Gon says, and points.

Killua looks up and squints at the distant point Gon indicates, taking a moment longer to find the tell-tale smoke wafting up through the fog. Killua clicks his tongue. “Of course you’d pick up on that. We should take you to an eye doctor or something, just to see them scratch their heads at your unnatural eyesight.” Killua drops one side of the map to arch his hand dramatically through the air, pitching his voice in an imitation of showman making a pitch for his next act, “Gon Freecss, the optic wonder! World renowned hunter with incredible 200/20 vision.”

Gon’s lips tug in a frown and he nudges Killua with an elbow to get him to stop. All it earns Gon is barely-suppressed laughter. “Ha-ha,” Gon intones. “Very funny. Maybe this whole hunter thing isn’t the career for you, Killua. Have you considered stand up?”

Killua hums, looking thoughtful as he refolds the map. “Maybe I should. It’d be really marketable, don’t you think?” His lips spread in a smile. “Ex-assassin Killua Zoldyck turned comedian? I’d really… knock ‘em dead, huh?”

Killua leans in to elbow him playfully while Gon groans at his horrible pun. “Yeah, on second thought, don’t quit your day job, Killua.” Killua huffs and slaps Gon’s shoulder with the folded map, which gets him more laughter than his poor attempt at a joke did. “And just so you know, I smelled the smoke before I saw it, so…”

Killua scoffs, moving to put the map away again. He turns Gon by his shoulder so he can tuck it back into Gon’s pack. “Yeah, and that’s so much better!”

Gon hears a zipper after Killua has put it away, then Killua’s hand at his shoulder again, spinning him. Gon doesn’t notice Killua’s other hand until it’s right in front of his face, and the next thing he knows-

“AH! What-”

-his nose is caught. Killua pinches it between the bend of his index finger and the pad of this thumb, and doesn’t seem ready to release him, even as Gon complains and protests.

“Wah! Killuaaa!” Gon cries as Killua shakes his head around by the grip his has on his nose, not exactly gentle. “Stooop!” He whines, nasally.

Killua laughs and lets go. “You’ve got a super sniffer to match your super eyeballs. What else is new? You’re a weirdo, Gon Freecss.”

Gon huffs and rubs his sore nose. “You’re one to talk,” Gon counters, moving in close to shove Killua, unable to help smiling when he’s shoved back. “You can shoot out electricity out of your hands and- and- … consume a concerning amount of sweets in one sitting.”

“That is a gross oversimplification of how my nen works,” Killua says, reaching again, and he moves too quickly for Gon to dodge. It’s his ear that’s punished his time – pinched and pulled roughly. He’s grinning widely – that grin that normally makes Gon’s heart thump excitedly. Now, though, he’s too concerned with freeing his ear from Killua’s death-grip.

Gon reaches to skitter his fingers over Killua’s side, which he knows is ticklish under the right touch, and has the satisfaction of watching Killua jump. His ear is released. It’s Gon’s turn to grin as he watches Killua put enough distance between them that mischievous hands can’t easily reach him.

“And it doesn’t make me weird,” Killua goes on. “I think the identifiers you’re looking for are 'cool’ and 'talented’.”

Gon huffs, trying to seem off-put, but he can’t stop smiling. Nor does he contradict Killua. Killua is both of those things, of course – even if he’s not sure that eating an entire case of choco-robos in just a few hours counts as a talent. “Well, if I’m weird, what does that say about you?” Gon challenges, crossing his arms. “You’re dating me.”

Killua chuckles. “Mmm, well…” He lifts his gaze skywards and taps his chin with his finger, feigning thoughtfulness. Gon, seeing an opportunity, edges in closer. “Everyone has their flaws, and apparently mine is my questionable taste in m- ahh, Gaahhn!”

“You deserve this!” Gon replies, mercilessly pinching and tugging at both of Killua’s cheeks.

Moaning his complaint, Killua reaches to capture Gon’s wrists in a powerful grip, pulling to try to get Gon to free him. Gon just laughs because Killua pulling his hands makes him pull Killua’s cheeks more – something Killua only seems to realize once he’s given Gon’s wrists a hard yank. But then Killua’s hand diverts, reaching for his nose again. Gon’s prepared, though. The moment fingers close around his nose, Gon’s mouth falls open, tongue stretching out.

“Uuugh!” Killua yanks saliva-covered hand back.

“Oof!” Pain blossoms over Gon’s ribs as a fist makes contact, pushing the breath out of him. Killua had held back – Gon knows he can punch harder. But it still makes him loosen his hold on Killua’s cheeks enough to give the other an opening.

He tries to duck, to step back, to push reaching hands away from him, but that only results in a brief tussle before Killua’s arm is hooked around his neck. Gon is pulled in roughly against Killua’s side, pinned while knuckles rub furiously against his scalp. Gon struggles in Killua’s hold, trying to pull his head free, slapping at whatever part of Killua he can reach. “No, noOOoo!” He cries.

“You can’t best me, Gon!” Killua calls back, triumphant and laughing once more. In a moment of mercy, he lifts his knuckles away from Gon’s head and instead settles for ruffling his hair. His arm keeps Gon pinned, though, and he tugs him as if he means to begin walking away with Gon still under his arm. “C'mon. It’s getting late, and I want to make it out to that town by nightfall. Maybe we can find a real bed to sleep in.”

Gon plants his feet and pushes with both hands on the arm around his neck, finally succeeding in pulling himself free. He stumbles a few steps back, thrown slightly off balance for a moment. Soon enough, though, he finds his feet. Ignoring Killua’s laughter, Gon grumbles and runs fingers through his hair to fix the mess Killua has made of it. “You’re so damn cocky,” Gon accuses, pouting.

When he looks up, Killua has a shit eating grin on his face and arms folded behind his head in a easy, confident stance. “I just know how good I am, is all.”

Gon’s heart is beating hard from their rough-housing, adrenaline making his limbs itch for something, some sort of outlet. And when Killua looks at him with that stupid, smug, handsome face of his, Gon can’t help but want to prove him wrong. To beat him at something, anything – rub it in his face, make Killua be impressed with him for once.

“Let’s race!” Gon blurts.

Killua drops his arms. “What?” He looks at Gon with furrowed eyebrows, like he can’t possibly be suggesting what Killua thinks he is.

“Let’s race,” Gon repeats, pointing back out over the trees in the direction of town. “Let’s race to town!”

Killua’s expression melts from confusion into amused disbelief. His eyebrows slope and his nose wrinkles. His lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile, pressed into a firm line that eventually gives as Killua makes a raspberry sound. “Pfft! Are you kidding me Gon?” Gon feels a heat bubbling inside him. What’s so funny? Why isn’t Killua taking him seriously? “Hahaha, you can’t beat me in a race!”

Gon takes a breath, opens his mouth to protest-

And the the ridiculousness of it all smacks him right in the face. Oh… right. Killua has …

“Of all the things to- Have you really forgotten I can do more than just 'shoot electricity out of my hands’?”

… super speed.

Gon’s shoulders slump. Heat of a different kind creeps up his neck and tints his face. The build of restless energy inside of him, almost as if sensing its own pointlessness, fizzles out. Killua’s grinning at him, snickering, those blue cat-like eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I didn’t forget!” Gon says, frowning, feeling his lower lip jut out in what he imagines looks like a pout. He doesn’t care, though. He feels like pouting, now. So what if he’s too old for such an immature display? “You could… Just not use your nen?” He suggests, part of him still tentatively hoping.

Killua scoffs. “What’s the point in racing if I’m not going all out?”

Gon lets his head hang, grumbling. But Killua’s right. It wouldn’t be as fun. Gon kicks at the ground in a childish show of disappointment. “Yeah… I guess…”

A hand drops to his shoulder. He looks up to see Killua smiling gently at him, blue eyes still glimmering in a way manages to make Gon’s heart skip a beat. “Sorry, man.”

Gon heaves sign out through his nose and straightens up, hands reaching to grip the straps of his backpack. “It’s okay. Anyway, like you said. We should get going.”

Gon shifts, but Killua doesn’t move. He’s looking out over the trees, and before Gon can pull away from him he squeezes Gon’s shoulder. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Their eyes meet, and Killua’s smiling wider than before. “How about I race us both down?”

“…Huh?”

Killua’s got both hands on his shoulders now. “I’ll race us both down! I’ll carry you, and use God Speed to run us both down. It’ll be fun!”

Gon blinks, taking a moment to catch up with what Killua’s saying. “Really?” Gon manages. “You wanna … carry me down?”

Killua rolls his shoulders in a shrug. “We’ll get there faster. Alluka used to love it when I’d run around with her. Bet you will, too. Besides, I’m kinda itching to run now.”

Gon remembers that, of course. More than once when he’d been meeting up with the siblings Killua had shown up in a glow of blue electricity, carrying his giggling sister in his arms. Admittedly, he had been curious about what that felt like, had even thought before he’d like to try it. He’s just never had the opportunity to suggest. And now – Killua’s the one suggesting it.

Excitement builds in his chest – a warm, bubbly thing.

“Well, yeah… Sure,” Gon says, calmer than how he feels. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Killua asks, grinning an infectious grin that soon finds its way to Gon’s lips, too.

“Yeah!” Gon says. “So, you wanna carry me on your back or something?” Just as he’s saying that, though, Gon realizes that won’t work. Killua has his own pack, after all.

“Nah,” Killua responds. He must have another idea, because he’s shifting to stand at Gon’s side. “Here, hold my neck,” he instructs.

Without further warning, Gon’s feet are swept out from under him.

Gon gasps, arms looping around Killua’s neck just in time to catch himself from falling. “A little more warning next time, Killua!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Killua says, adjusting his hold slightly. He’s wormed one arm under Gon’s pack to hold him just below the shoulders, the other under Gon’s knees.

It happens in the time it would take to blink.

One moment, Killua is standing there, holding him, and Gon just has time to think he feels a shift in the air, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end. Then, before he can inspect that feeling further, there’s a bright white flash that seems to come from the whole of Killua. Gon closes his eyes against it, and when he looks up again Killua is all aglow.

Gon feels like there’s a buzz that’s found it’s way deep down into his bones. His skin feels alive in a way it hadn’t moments before – more so wherever Killua is touching him. His fingers curl in tight against the back of Killua’s neck. Killua is grinning at him, and Gon belatedly realizes that he’d gasped when Killua activated his nen. He couldn’t help it! It feels- weird everywhere.

“You good?” Killua asks, seeming pretty satisfied with himself – as if he can hear the way Gon’s heart flutters in his chest as he looks up at Killua.

Not that that means anything, really. His heart somersaulting like a gymnast has nothing to do with how much bluer Killua’s eyes suddenly are or how the glow of his nen makes him look like something otherworldly. It has nothing to do with how much Gon finds himself wanting to run his fingers through Killua’s electrified hair or how he suddenly can’t stop wondering if Killua’s lips would somehow taste different when he’s like this. If his heart is beating funny it’s just that the electricity is making him feel weird and twitchy. It’s just that he’s excited for Killua to start running. At least, that’s what Gon will tell his boyfriend if he starts to tease him, which he very well might judging by the sparkle in his eye that has nothing to do with the electricity he’s brought to life all around them.

“Yeah,” Gon answers. “Just… feels different.” Gon shifts in Killua’s arms, suddenly feeling like his has to move.

“You’ll get used to it,” Killua tells him, chuckling. “Okay, hold tight now.”

The first step Killua takes steals Gon’s breath. Just one movement, one push, and they’re sailing through the air. Gon can’t process it all at once, becomes aware bit by bit of the world around him again.

There’s the tingly, itching feeling all over his skin-

The vibration of his bones-

Wind roaring in his ears as it rushes by-

The pressure in his chest telling him to breathe, like all of the air in his lungs has been left back where they were standing moments ago – a spot, Gon realizes as he looks back over Killua’s shoulder, that seems incredibly small in the distance now.

How can they have come so far already? Gon’s mind is a haze, and maybe all his thoughts got left behind too.

Beyond the wind, there’s Killua’s laughter. Killua’s laughing at him again. Does he look funny? Did he hear Gon go breathless? Gon doesn’t know, and can’t ask besides. It’s hard to be angry about Killua having a laugh at his expense when the world is a dizzying blur all around them and Gon still hasn’t found a moment to catch his breath. It’s like the shock when you dive into the ocean early in the morning and it’s all prickling cold because the sun hasn’t warmed anything yet, Gon thinks. Your lungs scream for air almost instantly, but you have to break surface before you open your mouth and try to breathe.

Gon blinks, watching the dark shapes of trees – they must be trees, anyway – whip by too fast for his eyes to land on properly. When he looks forward, the world is coming at them so fast – unnaturally fast. This must be what it would be like to be strapped to the front of a train going full speed. No – something faster. The front of a jet plane. Some instinctual part of his mind shrinks away from the sight, from the experience, sensing the potential danger, like some inevitable crash. Looking forward for too long makes his eyes water, makes him squint, and makes his head all the more dizzy, so Gon turns his face.

Without realizing, Gon finds his arms have wound their way around Killua’s neck more snugly. His heart beats a wild tempo in his chest, pulse throbbing in his ears. Killua makes a sharp turn, and then another, and Gon realizes he’s taking them on a winding path down the mountain, the trees getting thicker as they go. Gon takes a shuddering breath in, finally. Just as he feels like he’s caught up with himself, Killua’s voice rises to tell him -

“Gonna take a shortcut – might get bumpy!”

Gon turns to look down the path again, and suddenly realizes that Killua is not turning to take the path. He’s ignoring the path entirely, ignoring the sharp drop they’re approaching – he’s gonna miss his chance to turn, they’re going to tumble down the mountain, they’re going to fall-

“Killuaa-AAAAAAA!”

Killua runs off the path.

At the last moment, Gon feels them dip, and then- they shoot up and out.

Killua springs from the side of the mountain. Then, they’re both weightless – sailing in an arc of light through the air, Gon gasping, clinging desperately even though he knows Killua would never drop him. He looks down. Nothing but trees below them.

“Killua!” Gon cries, a fluttering feeling rushing up his spine. Killua’s hands hold him tight and Gon loosens his hold enough to slap Killua’s shoulder a few times, as if he needs to get his attention. They’re falling towards the trees, and all Gon can think to do is call Killua’s name again, his tone raising in pitch as a strange giddiness steals over him. “Killua, Killua!” He calls, half laughing while Killua lets out a joyous whooping noise.

He’s pulled in tight against Killua’s chest, and as they descend Gon sees Killua’s sneakers angle out in front of him, preparing to land. The trees are so thick Gon can’t see the ground below.

Gon screams, but he’s not afraid. He’s exhilarated! He can’t remember the last time he’s done something so fun! The scream melts into wild, uncontrollable laughter.

Even as they fall towards pine-covered branches with alarming speed, Gon knows Killua has a plan. Unerringly, after crashing through a few thin branches, Killua’s feet find a sturdier branch to land on – but only for a moment. Gon hears a crack, knows they’re going too fast for the branch to take the weight of them, but by the time the sound reaches his ears Killua has already zipped off to another tree – and then another and another, ping-ponging from one to the next until they reach the ground again, and Killua still doesn’t stop. He’s laughing too, now. It’s loud in Gon’s ears – louder than the wind, than the crack of broken branches. His laughter and Killua’s is all he can hear.

Breathless again, Gon looks up at Killua, watches the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he runs, laughing still. His fingers edge up into the back of Killua’s hair, and it tingles so much it almost hurts, but Gon doesn’t care. He can’t stop laughing, can’t stop smiling even though his ribs and cheeks hurt from so much joy.

It ends too soon.

Killua comes to a skidding halt, and they cling tighter to one another as their momentum continues to carry them through a several more steps even after Killua’s stopped glowing. Then at last, they stop.

Gon shakes with laughter still, all of his limbs trembling and unsteady even though he hadn’t been the one running. Killua drops his legs to wrap both arms around his middle, but Gon’s feet still don’t quite touch the ground as they hug tighter to one another, faces pressed cheek-to-cheek as they giggle and shiver and pant to catch their breath. Gon realizes that the thump against his chest isn’t just his own heart now. He can feel Killua’s too, with their chests pressed together.

Gon takes in a deep breath and pulls back. Killua’s hold loosens enough that he slides down, and finally he’s on his own feet. Gon slides one arm back, his hand moving up to cup Killua’s face. Killua’s hair has fallen down, no longer standing on end, and Gon chuckles as he brushes Killua’s bangs away from his eyes. One of Killua’s hands is at his waist. Gon could swear he hears and electric crackle, could swear he still feels a buzzing between them, like it’s not all grounded out of them yet.

Gon can’t resist kissing him this time. Fingers slide into Killua’s hair, around the back of his head before pulling Killua down to him, lips meeting firm and soft at the same time. Nor can he resist letting his tongue slide along Killua’s lips. It does taste different, he finds – like the air tastes right before big, heavy storm clouds roll in.

Killua hums, but Gon pulls back, looking around as he realizes something.

“Killua, we’re not in town.”

Killua snorts. “No, Gon. It’s just through there.” Killua points behind him. “Just didn’t want to scare the locals by crashing in all sudden like.”

“Ooh, okay…” Gon hums, then smiles. “I mean, they probably heard us, though, don’t you think? You were pretty loud.”

Killua’s hand shifts and Gon feels a teasing pinch at his side. “So were you! You were screaming as soon as I jumped.” Killua grins smugly. “You shoulda seen your face.”

Gon laughs and twists away from that hand, which soon settles back on his waist. “Mmm, yeah, guess I was. And you could’ve warned me better! I thought we were gonna fall down the mountainside going full speed like that.”

Killua scoffs. “Tch. So little faith, Gon. I’m hurt.”

Gon wrinkles his nose and sticks his tongue out.

Then, Killua’s expression softens. “You had fun though?”

Gon grins now, and nods. “Mm! Lots. We should do that again, Killua.”

“Haha, sure. But now it’s your turn to carry me, I think!”

Suddenly, Killua’s falling forward into him, the whole unfairly tall length of him becoming dead weight in Gon’s arms. Gon catches him, because of course he does, even if he has to stumble back a few steps to compensate for Killua’s height. Killua demands to be carried the rest of the way into down.

“It’s only fair!” He insists, even as Gon moans and complains and tells him to stop it. “C'mon Gooonnn. You love me, don’t you? Carry meeeee~”

Gon huffs, arms shifting to hold Killua differently, because he keeps slipping and Killua is doing nothing to support himself whatsoever. “Fine!” Gon agrees at last, smiling even as Killua snickers. “Fine, if you have to be carried, then-”

Gon dips down, and wraps his arms around Killua’s waist and upper thighs, then hoists him up, throwing Killua’s upper half over his shoulder as he turns in the direction of the town they’ll be staying in for the evening.

“Gon! Hahaa- Noooo, not like- What am I, a sack of potatoes?”

“No,” Gon replies, shifting and intentionally driving his shoulder a little into Killua’s stomach. “A sack of potatoes is much quieter and less spoiled.”

“Aah! Hahaha – less handsome, too.”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freccs #fanfic #submission

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nctsrenjun · 8 years ago

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let’s kick it.

Anon said: Hii can i request a yuta scenario where he is just cocky af and a fuckboy but ends up being really sweet and you fall for him pls (:🌸

Yes, perfect.

Pairing: Yuta/Reader

Word Count: 4100+

Summary: The end of the school year is approaching and the only obstacles ahead of you are graduation, prom, and Yuta.

Senior year tends to be a bittersweet experience for most people, including yourself. You didn’t think it would fly by so fast and it’s all coming to an end after this week. With prom and commencement being the only things ahead of you, the feeling of relaxation is becoming a recurrence for you. You observe the surroundings of your associated student body room and think to yourself, “Hey, I’m probably not going to see any of these people for a very long time or never again!”. For you, it makes things a lot easier.

Going off to college with a clean slate and having the ability to showcase your introduction skills to new peers makes you content. Until you’re brought back to reality that one of your colleagues is coming with you for the ride. Yuta Nakamoto. It is unfair to say that you can’t stand the guy because you two have never properly met but…you can’t stand him. Knowing each other’s names is good enough for you. Having the opportunity to choose from 10 colleges that accepted him and the odds of him choosing the same college as you is highly unlikely. But, Lady Luck thought wrong. You catch him in the middle of the room discussing with fellow classmates on final prom preparations. He always tends to get loud and obnoxious over the smallest of things and today is no different.

“What do you mean we couldn’t get the snapchat filter for prom? It’s literally five dollars! If ASB isn’t willing to pay for it, I’ll pay out of my own wallet for it.” Yuta exclaims while standing up. You roll your eyes and note that his actions are done to draw in more attention from other people in the room.

“No one is stopping you, Nakamoto.”

“Was I talking to you?” He retorts. You froze. Did I just say that out loud? You glance back at the boy causing a ruckus and look around the room as well. Everyone was staring at the both of you, waiting to see what is bound to happen. Yuta then walks over to where you are seated to bring the tension to a climax. You stand up to capture his eyes at a level that seems to fit the mood. You wouldn’t want him to have an advantage over this stupid argument that literally happened two seconds ago. He smirks and says,

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Do you want me to repeat the question again?” You can’t stand the way he talks to you as if you’re one of his fanclub members. If he stopped the faux sweet-talking you’d find a way to win this battle easily.

“I said that no one is stopping you. Do you want me to simplify it for you? Go ahead and buy it yourself. The entire associated student body is not objecting your possible actions.” You smirk back at him enjoying the change of expression on his face. It stops once he comes back for more.

“Alright, but I have one more thing to ask. Why do you care this much about my suggestion? Is prom a sensitive subject for you? No date? No plans?”

“It’s none of your business whether I have a date for prom or not. Just buy your precious snapchat filter and go.” With that ending thought, the class bell rings signaling the end of the school day. You pack up and head out for the door, leaving Yuta to compute what exactly just happened. Once leaving the building, you hear footsteps coming towards you and an arm around your shoulder following that.

“DUDE, that was fucking wild!” That voice could only belong to the one and only Johnny Seo. He is a prime example of someone you would actually miss during the next four or so years of college. Being your trusted friend all throughout high school, he understood most if not all your problems and knows more about you than yourself. You’re not surprised that word spreads fast around here however, you’re more surprised by the fact that the campus found that discussion between you and Yuta worth talking about. Johnny lives for spilling the tea so, you’re more than happy to let him in on the details.

“What do you want to know about it?” The two of you make it to your destination, your car. You grab the keys from your bag and unlock it for Johnny to hop in as shotgun. You then enter as well, turn on the ignition, and lock the doors. This afterschool tradition of driving to the nearest boba shop to spill the “tea” is what keeps you sane mostly. Johnny always gets a ride home from you so he makes it up for you by treating you to a drink.

“NOOOOO, keep it in your mind until we make it to the shop! I’m not ready to hear!” He whines as he pretends to block you out by covering his ears. You roll your eyes and put your car on drive. You proceed to head to your designated destination, Tranquili-tea. This place was the main hangout joint for people of your age. You wouldn’t be surprised to see if Yuta would be there. Luckily, karma wanted to apologize and he wasn’t at the scene. You grab a table and pull out your phone to check the notifications. Nothing too out of the ordinary on Snapchat, some mentions on Twitter, and a message from your folks. Johnny soon returns with two drinks in his hands and his goofy ass smile.

“An Okinawa milk tea with mini boba for you and a mango green tea slush for me! Ok now, SPILL IT” He says as he pokes his straw into his drink awaiting for your side of the story. You reluctantly sigh and begin to process your thoughts. You had wished that Johnny somehow forgot about the whole thing while ordering but you both know that would’ve never happened.

“Nakamoto was complaining about the school not getting a Snapchat geofilter for prom and I just told him that no one is stopping him from purchasing it himself. No big deal honestly. I just wished that I kept that rebuttal in my mind rather than saying it out loud and embarrassing myself in front of people I probably won’t see again.” You say and then soon after taking a sip of your tea. It seemed a bit bitter today which symbolized how you felt honestly. You can’t stand the guy but that doesn’t mean that you’re willing to cause a scene over something as small as this.

“There were no punches being made? No “WORLDSTAR” being shouted from the distance?” You absentmindedly blinked at Johnny. Where did he get these vivid thoughts from?

“What the fuck are you going on about? Is that what people were saying?”

“Yeah, they made it seem like you guys were at each other’s throats. The way you described the scene makes it seem like it was small, insignificant, and boring.”

“Well, it was.”

“Lame.” You give him a friendly hit on the shoulder and he pretends to be in pain.

“I can’t believe you expected me to do something crazy. We literally have a week left of school. Why would I do something that would risk me losing my senior privileges.”

“Very true. Speaking of senior activities, have you figured out your prom plans yet?” You’re glad Johnny switched topics. Prom is actually worth talking about. You had no idea where you were when it came to that. The only things that you had figured out was what you were going to wear and the accessories that came with it. However, that wasn’t as important as the “pre-prom ritual”. Where to eat and where to take pictures is definitely essential to you.

“I thought we were gonna grab Italian and take pics by the park?” You look to a very confused Johnny. Is that not what we planned?

“You thought correct however, I wasn’t referring to that. I was mostly referring to the date issue.” He then sends a wink your way. You smack the air around you and then state,

“That’s not really an issue. I won’t die if I go stag, dude. You can bring that girl from psychology and I promise I won’t third-wheel with y’all.”

“Really? Would you do that for me? That’s so sweet of you!” He says while pulling you into a hug. You could tell from ages ago that he had a thing for that girl in psych.

“I’m sure there’s going to be people doing last minute promposals. You’ll definitely be one of them, I know it. You’re such a catch, who wouldn’t want to go to prom with you?”

“You.”

“Hey, watch it.” You laugh it off and start talking about other topics that seem to be on the top of your minds. Time flew by abruptly and stopped once someone came in. Since you were sitting right by the door, you couldn’t help but notice the figure walking towards the line. You suddenly duck down and hide behind your booth causing confusion for Johnny.

“What’s going o- OH I SEE-” You then push Johnny down as well. You wished that he could actually keep his mouth shut for once, especially since Yuta decided to show up to the boba bar. However, Johnny thought different. He broke from your embrace and yells,

“Yuta! How’s it going? Come over after you get your order!”

“Hey, Seo! Yeah sure, I’ll be there!” Fuck, seriously? You got up from your seat and head for the door. Johnny grabs your wrist and stops you in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Leaving.”

“You can’t leave now, the interesting part is bound to happen!”

“What do you have up your sleeves?” He smirks and looks at his arms. He shrugs and says,

“What sleeves? Can’t you see that I’m wearing a sleeveless top today.” This fucking fool. You were about to give him a piece of your mind when a disturbance in the environment was present. Present especially close to you. You look up to find Yuta awkwardly standing in front of the table carrying a drink quite similar to yours.

“Twinsies?” Yuta points to your drink with his spare hand and you release an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess so. Don’t be painfully awkward, sit down.” You make room for him and he obediently listens to your order. You take out your phone to look like you’re doing something and Yuta starts to sip his drink. Johnny could sense the atmosphere being somewhat awkward so he decides to break the ice. He stands up from his seat and says,

“I’ll be right back, I got to take this phone call!” Johnny runs out of the shop and you give a deadpan expression. How dense can Johnny be to think that you would believe that was a real excuse? You snap back to reality once you realize that there’s a whole Yuta sitting there silently. You sigh and decide to get some closure.

“Hey, Yuta? I’m sorry about today. I didn’t mean to make you look like a fool in front of class today. It wasn’t very ASB-like behavior. In all honesty, it’s great that you remembered about the Snapchat filter. People would love to post things with that on it.” You look him in the eyes awaiting his answer. His face turned was unreadable at first but it soon changed.

“Oh, that thing? Pff, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just thought it was really weird that you decided to butt in on a conversation that wasn’t even direct towards your committee. But, I forgive you. Also, my apologies for mentioning prom dates and stuff. That wasn’t cool of me exposing you in front of everyone.” He says with a smile. That wasn’t that bad, you think to yourself. You’re glad he’s being reasonable to you on the special occasion you actually talk to him. You decide that being his enemy when there’s one week left of school isn’t the best thing to do so, making conversation would be the better alternative. You observe Yuta and realize that he’s sporting your future university on his hoodie. Your university and his university. You point at his hoodie and say,

“I totally forgot you’re going to attend there in the fall with me.” He looks down to his hoodie unclear of what he was wearing at that time and looks back up with a smile. No wonder he’s known in the yearbook as “healing smile”.

“Oh yeah! I do recall you being in my tour group on campus day. Are you excited? I sure am.”

“Yeah, mixed feelings. But honestly, I’m kinda glad I won’t be seeing most of these people for the rest of my life.”

“Hopefully you’ll be seeing me on campus.”

“Yuta, the incoming freshmen class is around 6000 or so.”

“Atleast study with me!”

“I don’t know you that well, how am I supposed to know that you’re actually gonna study?” He blankly blinks at you and processes what he wants to say next. He then puts out his hand and awaits you to shake it. You do what he wants and end up shaking his hand. He smiles and exclaims,

“Hi, I’m Yuta Nakamoto! Graduating senior and incoming college freshman in the fall. I love playing soccer and will be playing in college. I love to eat food especially takoyaki. Also, Sicheng is my best friend. You know him right? The co-captain of the dance team? Anyway...since we are both attending the same university, it would be a pleasure to keep in touch during the next four years. If we suffer in high school together, we might as well suffer in college together too.”

“God, you’re so extra!” You retract your arm back while laughing and he laughs. You admit that judging the book by its cover was probably a bad idea and now you’re somewhat happy that you actually got to talk to him.

“Well, it has to be a two-way street here. I want to know more about you!” You start to think of things to tell Yuta. My hobbies? My favorite color? Any instruments I play?

“Uh...well, I’m-”

“Hey, sorry guys! Did I interrupt something?” You both look up to Johnny who finally came back from his “phone call”. He sits down from across the two of you and you glance over to your phone. You start packing up and state,

“It’s getting late. We should head out, Johnny.”

“Seriously? But I just sat down! Plus, I haven’t even finished my boba!” You can sense Johnny is coming up with excuses at this point but, you’re not buying them. You practically drag Johnny out of his seat and glance over to Yuta.

“Sorry, Yuta! My parents are expecting me to be home in a bit and I also have to drive this dunce home. It was nice talking to you!”

“That’s fair. See you around, you two! Drive safe!” With his final words, you successfully dragged Johnny out of the cafe and into your car. You start up the car and leave the parking lot without a word. You then glance to a not-so-happy Johnny.

“What’s your deal?”

“Dude, could you not see what I saw?” What exactly could Johnny see?

“Stop being vague and spill it?”

“Yuta, dude. He’s totally into you.”

“That’s bull and you know it.”

“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. Dude, major heart eyes.”

“You’re such a kid, Seo.”

“Oh my god, what if HE asks you out to prom?” Prom? With Yuta? Yeah right. You highly doubt he was still available as a date considering how many girls are head over heels for him. It’s not that you wouldn’t want to go to prom with him, it’s more like a “you wouldn’t expect it and if he didn’t ask you, you wouldn’t care” kind of thing.

“Please be realistic, Johnny. I saw at least three prom posters made for him in the last week. Plus, I barely know the guy. Things would be extremely awkward.” He slightly chuckles in his seat and declines it a bit.

“Suit yourself. Just don’t be too surprised when he pulls out a poster in the quad during lunch.”

“Yeah and then Berkeley will send me another email saying that my rejection letter was fake and they’ll award me with a full ride.”

“You’re still bitter about that, aren’t you?”

“College wounds are always present, loser.” You finally make it to Johnny’s house and pull up on his driveway. He thanks you for the ride and leaves for the front door. You pull out of his driveway and drive about another block away to make it to your own house. Today was so extraneous and all you wanted was some good sleep. You greet your parents, tell them that you’re skipping out on dinner and will have a big breakfast instead and head for the bedroom. After refreshing yourself and changing into your night attire, you hop into bed and charge your phone. You scroll aimlessly on your tiny glowing screen for a good 15 minutes until you get a text message from an unknown number

[Unknown] 10:01: Hey, it’s Yuta. I got your number from Johnny, I hope that’s okay!

You groaned to yourself and hid your head underneath a pillow. Are you fucking serious, Johnny? Rather than silently plotting Johnny’s demise, you decided to text Yuta back.

[Me] 10:04: oh, hi. that’s fine. what’s up?

[Yuta] 10:04: Nothing really, I just wanted to make sure you got home safe :-)

[Me] 10:05: oh that’s sweet of you!! yeah, i’m really tired though.

[Yuta] 10:06: AHHHH i’m so sorry !!! I won’t text you anymore then !! please sleep well and see you physics then! Try not to dream of me ;^)

Winky face? How greasy of him. You laugh to yourself and lock your phone. Geez, Johnny might be onto something… But I can’t rely on his tiny intuition to make any assumptions. I should just sleep it off. Tomorrow is a new day.

The next day was a new day, in fact, it was too new. In the sense that you were greeted with gifts on your desk during first period. On your desk, there laid a notebook of some sorts and also a boba tea drink.

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be consuming such thing?” You turned around and saw Johnny.

“Who did this?”

“Why would I know?” He smirked.

“Because of that look on your face. Just tell me!” He begins to walk over and then whispers something in your ear. You aren’t able to listen correctly due to the school bell ringing. People start trickling in and Johnny heads back to his desk. You look at him angrily and he shrugs his shoulder in a friendly-like manner. That prick. You sit down and begin to examine the notebook in front of you. The first page reads, ‘ Be sure to head to the quad during lunch! ’. You slam the book close and cover your head with your arms. Oh no....Johnny really was right. Yuta really is onto something…

“Is there something wrong?” You look up and your teacher is right by your desk. You flash him a smile and reassure him that you’re okay. He tells you that it’s a free period due to the fact that the school year is practically over and lets you do your own thing. You run to Johnny’s desk soon after demanding answers.

“It’s Yuta, isn’t it?”

“You cracked the case, Sherlock.” You grab a chair near by and sit across from him in an interrogation fashion.

“Spill it.” He reluctantly rests his head on his left hand and begins to speak.

“There’s not much to say. Yuta has a thing for you and I knew it from the start. I should’ve placed money on it… Please show up to the quad during lunch today. It would be embarrassing if you didn’t.”

“Why should I go? I don’t even know much about the guy.”

“Trust me, I know Yuta like the palm of my hand. He’s actually a great guy. Yeah, he’s a bit cocky but that’s just him not trying to be a rug for people to step on. He’s actually such a softie.” Johnny gives you the “puppy dog eyes” and you roll your eyes.

“I can’t believe this is happening…”

“Me either! You’re growing up so fast. First college acceptance, now prom date? I feel like a parent.” He puts his right hand on your shoulder and you move it back to his desk.

“Just... make sure no one records anything.”

“No promises.”

The lunch bell rings and you pack your stuff up quite slower than usual. Your heart begins to beat extremely fast and you keep telling yourself to stop it. You couldn’t understand why Yuta possibly asking you to prom was such a big deal. He could be asking you as a friend. That would make things a lot better. But also, what if he wasn’t? Yuta isn’t that bad looking. He does have a great smile… what am I doing? You snap yourself out of it and head for the quad. You are then stopped by none other than Yuta himself.

“Hey, loser. Mind following me for a bit?” That’s it, the moment of truth.

“Sure?” He then goes behind you and covers your eyes with his hands. He tells you to go forward until he tells you to stop. Finally reaching your destination, you hear chatter in the distance and silence once Yuta takes his hands off your eyes. You are greeted with the sight of a soccer goal post and a soccer ball not too far from it. A poster hangs in the center labeled, ‘Let’s KICK IT at PROM?’ and two smaller posters placed on the left and right respectively saying ‘YES’ and ‘NO’. You look to Yuta on your right and he sports that huge smile of his.

“Well, I hope you’re a good kicker like me.” You laugh and walk over to the soccer ball. You kick it with great force towards the ‘YES’ and the crowd surrounding you goes wild. You turn around and Yuta comes towards you with arms wide open. You embrace him and your heart is beating quite rapidly. Wait, that’s his heart not mine. You look up to him and his smile seemed to have gotten bigger, if that was possible. The commotion that took place in the quad had to be soon evacuated because it was getting too loud. That sooner or later left you with Yuta to clean up the area and take the goal post back to the sports facility after school. The walk there had been quiet but you decided to finally ask him about his promposal on the walk back.

“So, why me? Why prompose to me the day after having a petty discussion with you?” He looks to you and laughs.

“You do realize that I knew you even before that? Just because we never talked doesn’t mean I don’t know of your existence. Johnny is my best friend too.”

“Johnny…he’s getting such an earful later.”

“Spare him, please! He’s the one who helped me out with this. But as I was saying, I know about you quite well actually. Being in a few classes with you this year has allowed me to see how you are and you’re honestly such a cool person. I’m terrible at interacting with people so when you decided to speak up during ASB yesterday, I made a mistake. I wanted to talk with you, not argue with you. Bad first impression, right?”

“Tell me about it.” He playfully hits your shoulder and you fake cry out in pain.

“Hey, only I can be the sarcastic one here. Anyway, I wanted to prompose to you because Johnny informed me that you still didn’t have a date. I honestly couldn’t believe that for one minute but, I had to think fast. So yeah, I thought prom would be a nice way of getting to know each other on a face to face basis rather than getting information from a secondary source. I hope that isn’t too creepy for you…” You try to process all the things he said considering he said it completely at twice the normal speaking speed. You stop him in his tracks and he looks to you confused. You walk closer to him and place a small and gentle kiss on his cheek. Content with your action, you walk ahead and look back to a flustered Yuta. You laugh at him and say,

“Come on, let’s go grab some boba. It’s on me.”

#AHHHH #that was extraneous #but worth it #i like writing in this format but #it makes me want to make it perfect lmao #i hope that was good #yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nakamoto yuta #yuta nakamoto #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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